A novel needs to be read, not explained, not paraphrased into a synopsis over a dinner party to an audience who are, at best, politely disinterested, but that
She’s a small town girl with a big city dream, Gemma Solomon leaving her family, her job in her parents’ diner, her aspiring but directionless musician boyfriend Hunter
She strikes the spark and the fire catches, the petrol-drenched man tied to the chair ablaze, lighting up the night; she’s been on the floor in a stranglehold
It’s been a bad month for insurance salesman Barry Rapchick, his ex-wife calling to chase him for maintenance for their son, his leads not panning out on his
It was an overheard conversation at a gallery art installation, Patrick inveigling his way into the confidence of “the Missionary,” going through a divorce and eager to unburden
Mass public transit, a place where individuals from all walks of life converge, the wealthy dressed in their finery on the way back from the opera or society