Stepping outside from baggage claim, she saw and felt it: the unmistakable quality of the light, that stretched-out, faded blue, the air that wasn’t desert dry but still slightly astringent. She scanned the curb for the town car that was supposed to pick them up. &nb...
Maybe Ned’s death had nothing to do with either Gary or Daniel. What was it that Charlie had said?He’s perpetually in over his head.She stood outside the Internet café and thought about what she should do.Maybe nothing. Leave it alone and just try to get through the next few days, until she saw D...
But if something went wrong last night, it hasn’t made it onto chinaSMACK yet. I take another sip of strong, black coffee. Not as good as the stuff Harrison served up the other day, which is one of the problems with hanging out around rich people—they always have better st...
We’re having dinner at a rooftop Italian restaurant in a prosperous village in the shadow of Yueliangshan—Moon Mountain—about a half hour by taxi from the Ancient Village Artist Retreat. I’m burned out on beer fish, so I figure why not ravioli and red wine for a change? This was one of the first ...