The Three Towers
There was no room for artistic license. The towers were warehouses for books and people. If people wanted art or beauty, they could look for it in a book. Each...
An Interview with Manuel Munoz
Munoz: "It’s camera movement. When a camera closes in on someone, I’m startled every time, it’s almost unnoticeable. And I’m sort of mimicking that, where I...
Fall for the Book: Writing Africa Panel
The panel featured readings by Helon Habila, E. C. Osondu, and Susi Wyss. These three distinct voices offered engaging and completely different stories inspired by...
Proofreader
I had turned to James, one of my proofreaders, to guide me in matters of love, to keep me from making mistakes. This now, in itself, seemed to be a mistake. On...
The Love-Hate Theses in 10 Parts
Nurse lifts up a band at the baby’s ankle and turns it over for identification. “A little girl,” Nurse says, as if she hadn’t just seen the...
The Problem with Brigadoon
I was supposed to be funny crazy, not crazy crazy. There’s a difference. Funny crazy is wearing tinfoil hats and washing your hands until they bleed and...
Not a Family
Here, she could carefully read the directions and administer the test. She could sit on the toilet watching the white stick’s cloudy window without the...
Blunt Not the Heart
But there was one thought that he couldn’t shake from his mind. He pictured Peg with bloodied, four-fingered hands trying helplessly to pick up her own thumbs....
The Burial Party
On the morning of the cease-fire we set off to meet the Turkish delegation in the poppy field above the beach....I asked Ricky Rumbold why it took wounded...
Times for Us Alone
There are some days, whole days, when we do not wear our glasses. These are days without blackboards, Saturdays and Sundays when we do not have to leave the...