Erin McGraw's fiction has been hailed as "graceful . . . gratifyingly substantial" (New York Times Book Review) and "brilliant... [she's] a writer to watch" (Los Angeles Times). Wry but poignant, her new collection brims with priceless insights and fresh descriptions. The Good Life features chara...
I loved Alice, but this was rich, and I called my friend Martin as soon as she hung up. “Hoo-ooh. Hoo-ooh,” I chanted for him. “It’s the cosmic wind that holds us all together.” “Don’t winds blow people apart?” “Alice and Dik? Not far enough.” He fell silent, and I understood that I had violated ...
She had his curly hair, his little bandy legs, his temperament that flashed from rare glee to rage. She had a mind of her own, though. The daily, fretful crying, as maddening as a low wind, was her invention. Likewise the ferocious greed she aimed at anything she could grasp—my hair, most often, ...