Chapter 1 The telephone rings. There’s nothing else to do, so I answer it. Yeah? It’s L.D. He wants me to come over, but I don’t know. All we ever do is watch TV and fuck. I can watch TV at home and get myself off better than any guy. Two weeks ago, he tried […]
Jerusalem’s Landing, Vermont Saturday September 30, 1933 I laid down my pen and stared at the page. I was seated at the small desk in my kitchen, which also serves as my official office, going over the list of delinquent taxes, which as town constable it is my sworn duty to collect. In truth, I […]
Fart 1: Which treats of the station in life and the pursuits of the famous ‘gina man, Don Dimaio of La Plata. In a village of La Plata, the name of which I have no desire to recall, there lived not so long ago one of those ‘gina men who always halve their pants in […]
Chapter 1: Paradise I stood knee-deep in the foamy surf, shading my eyes and looking out over Escondido Bay for any sign of a dorsal fin. A strong riptide pulled on my ankles, burying my feet in sand. Up and down the glistening beach along the overgrown weedy foothills of the Sierra Madre Mountains, Norte […]
Me and Tino are sitting in the bay window of the lobby. Our building, like the other brown, seven-storied buildings around it, is really majestic just people never take the time to look at it . . .
New York City A Monday in May 1975 The woman’s hands fluttered in her lap like the wings of a frightened bird. She glanced at the clock, then lowered her eyes and stared at the hands dancing along the fabric of her dress, almost as if seeing them for the first time, perhaps even wondering […]
Chapter 1 Well, it’s all over. The Odéon has fallen! And today, which is June 16th, a Sunday, the police on orders of the Government entered and took over the Sorbonne on some unclear and garbled pretext about some man who was wounded by a knife. There was some rioting this afternoon, but the police […]