“Before we learned he fired 500 rounds, bullets everywhere. 500 rounds into his sister’s bedroom. Into his sister’s body. The number so large it seemed impossible. 500 rounds.”
An unhappy family, unhappy in its own way.
Art as therapy is explored in this personal essay about loss.
First, let me say of course I’m worried about all of it: the global warming, the cruel virus, the oaf in the white house. Iran and the bomb and North ...
“Have you lost your virginity yet?” my mom asked in her usual impassioned tone as she was applying aggressive red geisha eye makeup on me.
Three Mondays ago, I met a man who made me want to run home and hug my son. A smothery mother hug, the kind that said: Fuck off world: he’s ...
Translated by Lucy Rand.
I start to
walk…
I walk.
I always walk when I need to think. I walk the congested streets of Rome
and my heart, my extravagant little heart, ...
A committed wanderer is forced to contemplate the notion of “home.”
“There’s two things you should know about me before you stay at my place. One: I sleep a lot. Two: I’m kind of a Nympho.” In the latest of his ...
Fourteen years later, Wendy C. Ortiz sifts the relics of an illicit relationship between teacher and student in her memoir Excavation.
What stayed with me was the guy’s face. His mouth was curved with mirth—he was about to make a funny comment—but his eyes widened slightly with surprise. He simply didn’t ...
Life on the cancer ward ebbs and flows in the way it does in any other tributary. A flutter of motion here, an abstract thought there. The need to eat ...
Down on his luck and struggling to make ends meet, Carlos Cunha finds a temporary respite behind the chain-link fence of the municipal pool.
Sam Dodson ponders why we are so stung when the truths revealed in a celebrity memoir turn out to be lies. Conversely, why do we willingly watch, read and engage ...
“Austen was worldlier, more intellectual and more professional than she was portrayed…” Andre van Loon on a fresh look at a hidden Jane Austen, revealed through royalty cheques, hats, jewellery, ...
The understanding I have of my grandparent’s lives is fake. It comes to me in Chinese whispers from biased observers. It sloshes around in my imagination until it seems to ...
1964 UK First Edition by Jonathan Cape
Hemingway is used as a barometer for the manly or literary class. He is everywhere, his name employed as an easy endorsement. In ...
I grew up duck hunting. Which I never really liked because you had to wake up at some obscene hour, wade through a freezing swamp and sit in a dark ...
1. Trapped For fear of Chinese soldiers, they only dared walk through the freezing nights, with no light to guide them but the stars. The mountains were black towers before ...
