Tessa Hadley's recent stories reaching a deeper level

I've been kind of lukewarm toward the stories of Tessa Hadley that I've read in The New Yorker over the past few years and wondering why she's become such a go-to girl for the fiction editor(s) but her previous story, about a girl who goes for a ride with some guys as she tries to get away from her overprotective family and then things get way out of hand and now her current story in the NYer, Experience, about a 20-something recent divorcee who is house sitting in London and becomes strangely involved with the life of the absent homeowner, first curious about her life as any and every housesitter would be and is, then snooping among locked-away possessions in the attic, makes some odd discoveries about the personality of the absent woman (some of this a little improbably - who keeps a diary anymore? - seemed like a trope out of a 19th-century novel, but convenient to convey plot info), then, when woman's ex boyfriend stops by and housesitter, Laura, knows way more about the relationship than she should the story gets interesting. In the British way, the story cools down before anything really weird or violent takes place - everyone's very civic and civil in the end, as Laura moves on with her life, but the story does end with a kicking line. All told, I think this and  previous story show a deeper level of thinking in Hadley's stories, as she continues to explore the lives of contemporary British (usually London?) women, mostly younger women, often (though not in Experience) of the working class - and this story shows how in a few deft strokes at the outset Hadley can establish character and mood. I very much like the first-person narration here (often, I don't), in which Laura truly seems like one who is reflecting back on her life, on her then-innocence, from a vantage of experience: we sense the sadness and isolation of the recently divorced woman as she struggles to build a life from the broken pieces of the life of another.