Our lovers are summoned up by the most primal and naked parts of ourselves. Introducing these people to our friends and family is, in a way, more heedlessly exhibitionist than posting nude photos or sex tapes online; it's like letting everyone watch our uncensored dreams.
October 23, 2012
We Learn Nothing
by Tim Kreider
September 3, 2012
August 21, 2012
Scrape-art
by Kate Inglis
I fell in love with a baby and I couldn't figure it.
It wasn't the highly practiced detached indifference of the past five years: yeah cute whatever. He could have been mine, you know those babies? The ones who look at you all still and goggle-eyed and they could have been yours. I held him under the guise of helping his mother but I wasn't helping his mother. I was helping myself. I looked over my shoulder and they were all busy so I put my nose to the top of his head for a sniff. Just to check. Yes. Ggrrrmph and I felt a string of drool ooze down across one knuckle, then another. Raaaaaaagh.
August 20, 2012
The Mansion of Happiness:
A History of Life and Death
by Jill Lepore
In Man Versus Death, being clever helps, but the best you can hope for is to prolong the game. Death always wins. Death is a bastard. Death cheats.
August 8, 2012
The Patron Saint of Liars
by Ann Patchett
Yesterday I doubted what she had said about me, but today I believed.
"Maybe she won't know," I said. "She'll be asleep and they'll take the baby away from her and she'll never know."
"You always know," Sister Evangeline said.
July 27, 2012
The Flight of Gemma Hardy
by Margot Livesey
Why did I always need to be valiant? Why couldn't I have a home, like other people?
June 17, 2012
The Naming
by Alison Croggon
"Come Maerad. It is better far to put away fear than to be driven by it. You know that."
Yes, I know that, Maerad thought sardonically. But I'm tired of having to be brave when really I'm so terrified I scarce know what to do. She swallowed hard, and then stood and drew her sword.
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