Garden of Saturn

One day in May the whole household woke up to loud wails in which little Brinda had at last communicated. The shrieks and drones did not last long. When they spoke of it next morning they found some differences in their accounts....

Giants

For you, the best part of our honeymoon was the Giant Tortoises. You’d collect lettuce leaves off the hotel’s buffet table in your handbag then go to the tropical gardens that surrounded our bedroom veranda. You’d feed the tortoise’s Neanderthal faces and stroke the...

Knock, Knock

You know I find this “joke” incredibly tiresome, right? Badly timed and creepy? Ask yourself, Ethan: what exactly are you trying to convey? Because if the point of folding your arms and grinning at me is to communicate to me that I am all alone in the world, believe...

Euro Disney

I never told you what it was like, after they yanked me from peewee Saturday for dick wagging. Funny thing was, I don’t remember you there. My wife. My thoughts were for the strangers around us—all our wonderful friends. What if? What if everyone took a tiny photo of...

All that was left

When I was twelve my mother gave birth to my sister. She lived for six weeks. Then one night she died. Silently. When no one was looking. After the funeral we made a pilgrimage to a little village where every year a fairground was held on the village green. I heard...

The Art of the Paris Review Interview

The interview was conducted over the course of multiple sessions during a cold, hot January dusk at the Paris Review office in New York City. The Paris Review insisted on revising several drafts of the interview before it went to print. The publication had a peculiar...

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