What in the world does a lawn chair on roller skates propelled across a cornfield by a fire extinguisher have to do with the art of fiction? The question arguably answers itself a little more than halfway through—I didn’t actually see the...
They started making their annual sojourn to Big Sur the same year they met at Chevron, not pumping gas, but getting buttoned up every morning to put their chemical-engineering degrees to good use at the refinery in Richmond, the one that...
One December 24, Superstorm Mindy came in from the Atlantic and walloped America. Nowhere got it worse than New York City. That Christmas Eve day, Louise Wexler had planned to ride public transit all the way from her apartment in...
The hospital was uptown on First Avenue, big, pale, and brand new, its atrium lobby with windows two stories high. Ivy held her son’s hand crossing bright squares on a white floor.
A camera mutes or sharpens various aspects of self, but it seems that the bigger behavioral nudge was not the time spent in front of the camera but rather the experience of watching their life flipped back upon them. Is there such a thing...
We watched a movie about an orchestral conductor, a powerful woman who groomed young musicians. I didn’t understand the ending. Driving to the beach, it began to rain.
