The Beautiful Bureaucrat
Helen Phillips
“After the twenty-seventh file on Monday morning—DE ANGELIS/HEKTOR/PAUL—Josephine was already antsy, bored, though she tried to fight the feeling. She became suddenly desperate to know what, if anything, resided in her desk.”
Tiger Bites
Lucia Berlin
“The train slowed down outside of El Paso. I didn’t wake my baby, Ben, but carried him out to the vestibule so I could look out. And smell it, the desert. Caliche, sage, sulphur from the smelter, wood fires from Mexican shacks by the Rio Grande. The Holy Land.”
Ottessa Moshfegh: What It Means to Be a Voice in the World
On Doubt, Unreliable Narration, and the Messiness of Near History
Five Books Making News This Week: Let the Franzen Begin
Ottessa Moshfegh, Lucia Berlin, Ivan Doig and More
Beauty and the Beast or The Enormous Wound
Clarice Lispector
“Well, so she left the beauty salon by the elevator in the Copacabana Palace Hotel. Her driver wasn’t there. She looked at her watch: it was four in the afternoon. And suddenly she remembered: she’d told “her” José to pick her up at five, not factoring in that she wouldn’t get a manicure or pedicure, just a massage. What should she do?”
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