She had big blue eyes, a Grecian nose, a tiny mouth with blood red lips, and when she laughed two dimples appeared on her cheeks.
Instead of relaxing on a wide road of opportunities, I felt cramped and anxious. What if I got out but felt exactly the same?
How odd, Gretchen thought, that the sun could hide behind something smaller than itself.
Valeria Luiselli talks about ways of listening, the subversion of the American road trip story, and her new novel, Lost Children Archive.
She either runs or turns her back on it. I know why. It’s because she’s afraid. I am, too, but I don’t run. I fight.
"For me, writing a novel is an exercise in empathy. If I can’t imagine being these people, I shouldn’t be writing about them."
The Corporation took hold of him with its promises of healthcare and bonuses. But how much would he have to sell before he was happy?
He kept on a’digging. Dug so deep, he found a nickel… in the pocket of a dead man buried right ways up in the ground.
You can work in a community of artists and still try to stake out a little bit of territory that’s yours.
While disquieting scenes and creatures fill the pages, the most frightening parts are these casual references to real-world issues facing women.
These three stories by legendary writer Ryūnosuke Akutagawa were translated from the original Japanese by Ryan C.K. Choi.
Reading Amparo Dávila’s stories is like accepting an invitation for tea at a haunted house.