His writing is devastating in its beauty, evoking West Virginia’s mountain hollows with a sinewy and precise prose that comes as close to Hemingway as anything I’ve ever read.
The first run, from Tampa to McAllen to Greensboro, was a bit of a lark. Maria was living in Tampa, and she was bored. So when a friend, someone she knew to be a Mexican drug cartel–affiliated smuggler, appeared at her door with a business...
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Did you know? You have the right to receive food stamps within a few days if you are eligible and have little or no money. Do any of these apply to you?
Indian #9’s voice was gassed out of him in a trench in the Argonne Forest. After the war he’d left Chicago and come to California; with no voice, he decided to seek work in the movies. Because of his bulk—broad shoulders, bullish jaw, fists...
Boss of the bosses. What a ridiculous thing to call him. What does that mean here? What does it get him? Nothing that lasts. Someday it will end. Someday his own people or someone else’s people will kill him. He knows this: unless something...
