The theater is a mirage of color and motion and sound, swimming with heat. Ladies gently flap fans at their necks, while the gentlemen pose stoically with their arms at their sides and glisten.
An Evening’s Entertainment – A Novel Excerpt
Bookends
Mine is not the story of the little girl who embarked on her lifelong love affair with books whilst blissfully rambling through her local public library. I never begged to go to the library; I usually begged to go home.
Selflessness
On the following evening, down in Hollywood, I slid my cell phone back into a front pocket of my trousers and stood outside a bar Reid and his friends frequented. I felt as if I were on a film set in a desert and overcome with the futility of it.
A Place I Will Always Inhabit
...I’ve been working on a number of stories set in and around L.A. Is it logically possible for a place to mesmerize and inspire a certain ennui at the same time?
The Incident at the Gate
Mita was a colourful raconteur; we would relentlessly hound her for stories. She would twist, stitch, plaster and convey anecdotes procured from her mother She possessed an enigmatic glint in her eyes that would plague us to pursue her more and more.
Intermediaries
If you’re alone, "ghanghai" will not attack. Best be completely alone. A month ago, one fired missiles at a woman and her cow. Half the mountainside came down. Grandfather and others picked through rubble. Found hooves and headscarf. No body.