From the author of Horace Afoot comes this affectionate and beautiful tale of a six-year-old prodigy with a photographic memory and a penchant for the Gnostic gospels and Byzantine history.Set against the background of Caesar's Palace, Henry of Atlantic City is a satirical “hagiography” of a trou...
They drove for a little while and Henry tried to open the window but it didn’t work. The driver turned onto a highway and said something but Henry didn’t hear because he was scared. The driver started to sing. “They often call me Speedo, but my real name is Mr. Earl.” Then he looked into the rear...
The sun is bright. By the time I’ve reached the top of the street I am damp with perspiration. I unzip my snowsuit as far as my navel to let the air circulate. The world has taken on a mild hallucinatory aspect, as though I am viewing a quiet avalanche of things through a clear but solid barrier,...