Scorched Maps

Scorched MapsI took a trip to Ukraine. It was June.I waded in the fields, all full of dustand pollen in the air. I searched, but thoseI loved had disappeared… More

Being Saïd

On a stage in New York, a Director, an Actor, and an Actress are struggling to finish a play written by Saïd Sayrafiezadeh.Director: (Addressing the audience.) Ladies and gentlemen,… More

Seven Small Apocalypses

Night and DayI drive by a motel when I need anything from the other side of town. Town’s built like an hourglass, and there’s a big lit sun shining… More

Rosie’s Bridegroom

The wedding guests look upon the cracked, pink lips of Rosie’s bridegroom. They look at Rosie’s own lips, which owe their reddish pinkness to artifice, they think, and not… More

Revolution et literature

I spotted Professor Youssef sitting at his usual table. That lazy, pretentious, Algerian pseudo-French intellectual always dresses up in gabardine suits with the same thin tie that had its… More

The Nurse and the Novelist

1. The ButterflyThe entire book is set in two columns. The narrower one is in italics. It tells a story of a village woman who falls in love with… More

Wayward Surmises

Andy Warhol’s Screen Tests offerthe pleasure of compulsive organization(I’m writing five words perline): pleasure of dividing attentivenessinto constituent bits: sadistic pleasureof forcing others (viewers, subjects)to do your bidding: refusenikpleasure… More

Realist Fiction

Last night, in a biker bar, I overheard two men discussing what distinguished “realist” fiction from more “experimental” work. Although one shouldn’t generalize, I never expect bikers to be… More