Fiction
… and chattering on, adding to the national inventory of complaints about the heat. These two—the oldest and the … the maid about their day and the small, unforgivable betrayals of friends. Her sisters still called her by her first … back when the government sponsored everyone’s university studies, she had left for England to study mining engineering, …
Fiction
… they rejoiced mentally, troubled their habit-impressed bodies with a lack of pressure. So the sound of his feet, … fisherman, began to be something to be waited for. His coming and going divided the morning into three; the short … on a smaller pattern, they answered as if they did. They also talked a little of his life; or rather of the processes …
… and reason between the poles of good and evil, truth and falsehood. The human nature of the age of Darwin was only a … each other, and that they are always much greater and more complex than any name we can give them, it is permissible to … but consisted rather of a number of almost unrelated studies of natural phenomena. But in the middle of the century …
Essays
… building in the Bushwick section of Brooklyn. I have come with the intention of talking about an entirely … ritualized nature (“Absolutely. I am very much about rituals; it’s probably the lapsed Catholic in me.”). Both are … And it’s all very specific to where you are—the flows and eddies and microclimates and everything else. So it’s an …
Shades of Dawn What would you call this, after the sky has huddled around a half-sun on the horizon? Aurora, maybe? The one that silvers wet sand like the inside of a shell, as the ocean scoops out uncolored spaces at dawn’s low tide? Or madrugada? If the …
Criticism
… a letter to his brother Orion. Encouraged by the completion of his first significant creation, “Jim Smiley … shorthand than by the impossibility of identifying island points and snags and wrecks that were constantly changing, … too accustomed to writing for print and performing for audiences, public and private, to spend his energies polishing …