Sakeen
Sakeen the housemaid was rarely free to play with us, even at parties. She had to prepare dinner, serve it to the guests, and clean up. Shahnaz, my uncle’s wife, liked to throw big parties to outplay our mothers in a game between them known
Category Archives: Fiction
Old Lady 2079
Boobie, listen, I don’t know what to tell you. History is people being assholes to each other in increasingly sophisticated ways.
Farewell to Douala
Sex. Brutality. Animal faces. Wrathful oceans. Rickety boats. Stupid men who robbed my human rights. Insecure love affairs. Floating corpses’ love affairs. Am I also a floating corpse? What else?
The Motor Cart
When he got to her she was sitting in the cart with her back to him, holding a quarter between her fingertips and looking at the people on the sidewalk coming toward her.
A Rendezvous with the Censor: Notes and a Translation of Jaroslav Hašek
The newspapers are, sir, blight, disorder of the first order, just like everything that’s printed; but I tread all over it.
“Dignity and Urgency in Edinburgh and London”
Beefeater Bill has no dignity.