The Illiterate Man
My first years were spent behind the shutters, in a room without engravings, in an archaeological silence a thousand years in the making... More
Flower Sedan
Of course, Mother assumed I was a virgin. She insisted I ride the flower sedan, that I was not to miss out on a prerogative so cherished. More
Operation Hinterland: Tales from the Silver Scrapheap
This might sound odd, but there are times when a last chance can seem less of a boon and more of a burden, because the tension in a situation… More
Hadriana on the Lap of God
I died on the night of the most beautiful day of my life: I died on the night of my marriage in the church of Saint Philippe and Saint… More
Book of Minutes
I open the dresser drawer and find the definition of tenderness under the letter h: handkerchiefs with embroidered initials, lavender scent, well-pressed and folded in quarters, the way light… More
Captain Kidd
The art of the biographer consists specifically in choice. He is not meant to worry about speaking truth; he must create human characteristics amidst the chaos. More
The Payback
The chief secured their door with a padlock, put the key in his pocket, and signaled to the peasant driver to get moving. When they reached the bridge, silhouettes… More
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