What can YOU say in six sentences?
When I turned the final page of Pynchon's novel, I literally hugged the giant thing to my chest, with tears in my eyes. This book is about America, and Europe, and Africa; history and friendship; stars; lines of great consequence carved precisely upon the earth; grief and laughter and invention; the fading of old orders and the establishment of new ones. It featured a clock that kept perfect time; a lovesick robot duck; a talking dog; George Washington and Ben Franklin; flights among the…Continue
The ones who fish from out there are typically loners; old gaunt men with stretched faces, squat women wearing raincoats irrespective of the actual weather. If they're not mumbling to themselves, you kind of wish they were. You can feel the wood planks moving beneath your feet, maximum exposure to the currents below and the winds above, a pitiful joust into the Elemental. Facing out to the sea, you ask yourself all kinds of questions. Scanning back to the land, the lights in the windows…Continue
Daddy hates the president, he says this is all the president's fault.
After I'm supposed to be asleep, I hear him fighting with mama in their bed.
Daddy used to take me to the playground but now he mostly just talks back to the TV.
I told him he could sell back my trampoline if it would help, and that was the first time I ever seen my daddy cry.
Daddy hates the president and he's been cleaning all his guns.
Vision of a time before he was born: His father (or some other kid like his father) up past his bedtime, cross-legged on a narrow bed, radio turned down low, or maybe with one of those flesh-colored mono earpieces jacked into his cauliflower ear beneath a buzz cut. His grandparents disapproving of his father listening to what they referred to as the "colored" station.
DJs in a dim studio spinning 45s and talking jive, the air thick with cigarette smoke, impenetrable as…Continue