Dec 19, 2021
"Henry mashed his cigarette into a tinfoil ashtray. It was full of tar-stinking butts. He crumpled the ashtray closed and, squirming against the passenger door, stuffed the smoldering lump into his jeans like a carcinogenic pocket warmer."
Three guys drive into the mountains. Then they dig a hole. Why would a young man...
Nov 14, 2021
"The trouble started when he went for a walk. Or perhaps it had started earlier with the cup of coffee he drank just before going out. It wasn’t so much the coffee as the milk, but that had not seemed important at the time."
Oct 10, 2021
"Howling and half-naked in his torn and bloody clothing Fargo is a desperate man and dangerous to himself and others. He ricochets around his kitchen, heaving furniture into the street."
Sep 12, 2021
"Isobel Harper wakes to the dream. The images come back in her waking hours like still frames of cinema noir, the camera shots collapsing and superimposing upon each other: A girl’s silent scream caught in the glare of a street light. A man’s fist poised at a door."
Aug 16, 2021
"I’m dreaming, was my first thought. My body had risen weightless into the air, helped by the movements I’d made, like swimming; the cold night air blew chill on my cheeks and ruffled my hair."
Is it a story about poverty and brutality, or about magic and wonder? Wartime Athens gets a unique treatment in this...