Documentary slag, the serial debris of his compulsive remigrations, litters his trail to the coldwater flat, crumbs for the wayward orphan. Letters, old bills, a lock of her red hair, trinkets, photos – a thousand eyes on him, all his own. His tears disturb not one pool, but an infinite regression…
Lucky Pierre and the Coldwater Flat
Best of Best of Young American Novelists
This extract from Sherman Alexie’s second novel Indian Killer follows a boy stolen from his family and adopted into another.
Daniel Alarcón | Interview
John Freeman interviews Daniel Alarcón about book piracy in Peru.
‘His wife comes in, baring, with a wink, her incisors, and offers him a Bloody Mary.’
My Heart Hemmed In
‘I stagger from the shock. I feel the corners of my mouth turning down. My jaw begins to tremble. Yes, yes, yes, I say to myself, get ahold of yourself.’