The year was 1988. July in Belgrade was intolerably hot; the city smelled of dead dogs and cats, strays killed by the heat, and of dried-up ...

In their different ways, and in their one country where they pursued them, both Cecil and Steven were people who had not found commitment. T...

This book is about the most linguistically diverse city in the history of the world: its past, present, and future. Now home to over seven h...

"Alone at last," said the Mouse. "Let's see, where were we? Right, we were discussing what's to be come of you. Or I ...

Summer whites, green gardens, Mississippi, white summer suits and seersucker suits, those were the sights. In the Garden District, Claude st...

...Now he became in truth a crazed and greedy butterfly, no longer pretending to know who he was or what he was looking for, dreading the we...

In the sound of the shower or the tub, in the spray of water on the dishes in the sink, I heard the words that Mitsutsuka and I had shared, ...

I cannot pretend that all these details which I am trying so hard to reconstruct from my memory are necessarily true, but I feel myself toda...

But he knew all about the place, the fiery column of the Cave Gulch flare-off in its vast junkyard field, refineries, disturbed land, uraniu...

When I leaned over the side of Nikawa that Saturday morning to check the hull, a mural of cumulus sky lay across the slick river, and from t...