An Excerpt from Cervantes Street

When one man died, he was replaced by another one; when that other man fell wounded, a healthy one emerged from behind him, creating an endless reserve of soldiers… More

Welcome to Comely Bank

Yet even in the midst of progress, history remained. Every town and city retained traces of its past: a statue; a plaque on a wall; a hitching post for… More

A Sailor

She tells her husband this story. He asks her what she wants him to say. She tells him to say that he is angry that she fucked a Turkish… More

The Land at the End of the World

The night—which resembles a notary’s office where resigned third-rank civil servants lie snoring among the sheaves of official papers—transforms the houses and the buildings into sad family vaults inhabited… More

Leaving the Atocha Station

Insofar as I was interested in the arts, I was interested in the disconnect between my experience of actual artworks and the claims made on their behalf; the closest… More

The Book of Daniel

I remember standing on the porch of our house on Weeks Avenue. It was a warm afternoon and I had scraped my knee on the sidewalk. My mother came… More

The Spanish Illness

Many had come from the four corners of the globe and had no way to prove the purity of their blood, or their past; in the best of … More

A Day in the Life of a Prisoner

Everyone smoked in the old days, and convicts made picture frames and jewelry boxes out of woven cigarette packaging. People made cardboard shelves and curtains for their cells. It… More