My new boss, Chick, was a morbidly obese manic off his meds who hailed from a tiny town I’d never heard of—Wassily, Louisiana—a town so small, Chick claimed, the shotgun shacks only had space for pistols. In summers, he told me, you...
About a year ago, Sergey had stopped looking for a job. He now spent his time scouting the internet, hoping to come up with an app idea that would make him successful. It was the banal apps that sold. If only Sergey could think of something...
In 1931, Robert Penn Warren received free books in exchange for penning unsigned reviews for the Virginia Quarterly Review. However, his poems and stories were repeatedly rejected. Finally, he wrote the editor, Stringfellow Barr: “If my...
When it thrived—if such can be said about a village in the Arctic Circle—Tiksi was home to 12,000 people, many of whom worked at the seaport, the handful of scientific-research stations, and military bases nearby.
