by Robert Goree
With words and a few grainy photographs, he presents us with his memory at its most graceful and candid—all the while teasing our expectations for what makes literature literature. Continue reading
by Robert Goree
With words and a few grainy photographs, he presents us with his memory at its most graceful and candid—all the while teasing our expectations for what makes literature literature. Continue reading
by Nicki Leone
Leroux, having just returned from a long foreign assignment, received a late-night phone call from his editor telling him to hop on the next train to Toulon. Leroux responded with something Gallic and unprintable, slammed down the phone, and decided to become a novelist. Continue reading