In late April I wrote an essay for Vulture about the new Netflix limited series, Baby Reindeer, which I thought was phenomenal. The show is based on creator, writer and star Richard Gadd’s real-life experiences, both of being groomed and sexually abused by a powerful television writer and later stalked by a mentally ill older woman. It’s intense, and a really tough watch; I got through all seven half-hour episodes in one sitting, even though I almost abandoned it out of frustration with the protagonist halfway through. The show’s brilliance is in large part due to its structure—the way it plays with then totally subverts our expectations.