Andrew Feld

Having been taught by fools, how else could I have ended up but as I am? a man who panics at the sound of his own voice, a blusterer, afraid that within the five-pointed maple leaf there lies another name he never knew; ready, always, to be found wro [...]

Later now, in the year and in her voice, with her band all occupied in boxing up their dismal instruments, the sorry woods and worn-out brasses that kept them so absorbed three sets into the night, so she works on her rum and Diet-Coke and pages th [...]