“My disgust had a smell: the smell from the hospital, from the apartment—the telltale odor of death. My heart raced. I could feel them behind me: a thirsty pack, their... Read More

In the lead story of McFerrin’s balanced and eloquent collection of short stories, a woman receives a curious fruit, called a Buddha’s hand, in the mail from a friend in... Read More

It is a very pleasant and all-to-rare occasion when a reviewer receives, unsolicited and unexpected, in its modest bound galley a truly exceptional book. Such was the case when... Read More