‘The crucial thing was to cool the baby off, bring the fever down.’
‘You’ve got your catflap, I’ve got my guy.’
‘Then winter ended and spring came, and I thought, even if I don’t believe there’s a poem in anything any more, maybe I’ll write a story.’
‘Flute-like, gauze-filled, late-afternoon sunshine. Rainbow bracelets on the carpet. They use their tongues to wet their lips. Girls.’
The tourists are gone. They’ve fled to Islamabad, along with the landlords and the hoteliers and the battalions of police that used to defend them, and certainty has left with them.
‘The catastrophe had not happened to all of us, we began to understand, but to each of us.’
‘She acted as if her own desires magnetized the world, and when you were close to her, she magnetized your moral compass too.’
‘I dislike sleep, he told the girl, matches keep me awake.’
A wry, fanciful fable about how love can transform both nature and fate.
‘Marni on Mack. Mack in Marni. A little Mack and Marni. My head rushes. I want to watch, hear the sounds.’
‘Sounds like a mast year . . . it’s a thing that happens to trees. But sometimes it happens to people too.’
‘A woman from Barnard College calls me and asks if I would please spell ‘hemorrhaging’ for her.’
‘By the end of the summer, the city was fed up with our antics.’
‘Beatrice was my first love. The dark contours of her delicate skeleton, the glowing flesh made translucent by my X-ray gaze, drove me crazy.’
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