Denis Johnson / Our Feature by the Waters

Denis Johnson / Our Feature by the Waters

The tide is out. The sea stinks like a sewer. An airplane lays itself down like a hand upon the world. There’s a drive-in theater over there, eleven thousand tons of sand changing imperceptibly in its embrace, and one blank and horrified janitor with a face that...
Reading Rookland

Reading Rookland

Review by Anniebelle Quattlebaum My mother, though Chinese, never had patience with chopsticks. Last week, I discovered chopsticks holding the toilet seat together. With golden dragons snaking across the design, they blazed China-red against the porcelain throne in my...