It was because it was night-time and raining that I decided to drive up to Lana Turner’s old house in Beverly Hills. The crime had taken place forty-six years earlier, on a stormy Good Friday. This was Ash Wednesday, and if I went now, who knew, maybe I would get some sense of the atmosphere that …
In Lana Turner’s Bedroom
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John Freeman interviews Daniel Alarcón about book piracy in Peru.
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‘The closest I come to meditating is sitting in front of a tumble dryer with a dead magazine.’
The Unmailed Letter
‘I was already suspicious of you before you were even born. You were Mama’s then, eating her up from the inside like a little cancer. She became yellow. She lost chunkfuls of hair.’
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