The man in front of Bob turns to him again and finds the courage to whisper in his ear. "There's been an earthquake in Cuba." Bob shrugs. "Why are you telling me?" "I had to tell somebody,"the man says, searching the front of Bob's shirt for a name tag.
No Kind of Music
So, there was something ancestral, something almost at the gene level in his renewed interest in music, which on the one hand aligned him (and depressingly) with all of his grandfather's failure and abandoned aspirations, and which on the other hand was just plain tranquil.
Ella Mei Yon
In the black of night, the buildings' structures are barely visible, and so windows of all shapes and sizes, alternately filled with light, create a mosaic of awkward patterns. These are the city's stars.
Even the crowded streets were beautiful to Ahsan. It didn't happen often, that they were so transformed, but when it did he felt an expanse open in his chest; it was as if suddenly, for a brief moment, he became hollow inside, and it was only when he was empty that he could properly see.
We're not in love, he said, are we? We could be. Why don't we give it a try?
Interview by Jeremiah Chamberlin
People spend much of their lives trying to repress and hide things, and I've come to feel that it's the business of fiction to bring up to visibility those things that families and social groups and individuals habitually hide.
My mother doesn't recognize me at first. Then I raise my hand to cover the bald spot at the front of my head. She laughs a good long time. Oh, it's good to be home. Everything is back to normal.
Then someone, concerned, strong, broke open the door, and this was the beginning of the first day.
Next door, the Masciarelli sisters tanned on their deck, towels between their bodies and the wood planks. It seemed like tough work. They would roll to the left, reset an egg timer, roll to their backs when it rang, and turn to the right, oiling themselves regularly.
When he hung up, he knew by the sound of their voices that they had not believed him completely. It was not disbelief he had heard, or even skepticism, but an awareness of who he had always been.
Interview by Carmiel Banasky
There are these living, deeply embedded constellations of types. I don't know if that's something to struggle against or just go for. But it is awkward. One story I wanted to set in the dust-bowl drought but I looked at it and said, Wait a second, it's you people again.