Books

I have a recurring dream in which an endless line of people stand in a queue. They are naked. I can’t see the beginning or end of the queue—only that the people are standing on a convex surface; you can see the curvature of the earth beneath their feet. They don’t resemble one another. They…

My name begins with the first letter of the alphabet and it’s a scream, a faltering, a falling, a promise of a B and a C that can’t exist in the absence of historical causality. It’s a mistake to think that people who go through the same things will come out together on the other…