There are few books I can honestly describe as absorbing, haunting, or engulfing; books whose clean, paranoid prose flies with bullet trajectory towards inevitable ruin, self-destruction, and also self-regeneration; books who gesture the dissonant rhythm of a doomed soul that must be responsible ...
This is a shocking and truthful account of crack addiction. I’m glad to have read it and admire the author’s courage to share such difficult moments with the world. It has left me questioning the nature of addiction and wondering how helpful compassion can be when it is offered to a person who no...
Where the land runs out and there is only sea, and between the two, a room. The pages of the letter are tucked into the orange notebook that sits on top of the other two in the passenger seat next to her. At the Super 8, she read each word, again and then again, until the manager demanded she lea...
My friend John says these words as we’re sitting on the terrace of a house we’ve rented on a small island in Thailand. It’s early January and we’ve come here for a month to work—him on a book project and a magazine article, me on a book I’ve been writing for two and half years, the one you are re...