Everywhere I look I see him,I have a right to fear for him,
though I have no right to claim his color.His blackness is his to own and what will
my mouth say of that sweetness.
“All your working life,” asks an exasperated wife, “you’ve studied these stories. Why?”
She means the stuff of folklore, her husband’s academic field, in which most narratives take a turn to the surreal. The man replies that such stories...
We stayed one night at Karl’s place in Jimena de la Frontera in southern Spain. Let me begin with the PROs.
How a Crisis of Books Led to a Social Awakening
