American Chronicles, The New Yorker, May 14, 2018 issue

The patio was crowded and lively, with people cramming in at the ends of long tables. I looked for little white plumes and counted three Juuls. Two people were smoking cigarettes in the corner, and I felt a twinge of longing. I liked cigarettes because they were gross and terrible for me—a way of confronting…

Stopping by the Woods on a Sunday Morning by Salim Ali

The island of Salsette, the potential Greater Bombay, is a  veritable Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. For the greater part of the year it sleeps under the drab mantle of desiccated grass and  dustladen foliage, which is only lifted here and there in patches  as the hot weather advances, revealing gorgeous tints of  scarlet and…

Woody Allen: What I’ve learned

It’s just an accident that we happen to be on earth, enjoying our silly little moments, distracting ourselves as often as possible so we don’t have to really face up to the fact that, you know, we’re just temporary people with a very short time in a universe that will eventually be completely gone. And everything…

Narrative Voice

“I don’t want to freak you out, but I think I may be the voice of my generation. Or at least a voice. Of a generation.” –  Hannah Horvath

Raymond Carver on his past

INTERVIEWER Do you regret a lot of things that happened back then when things were so bad? CARVER I can’t change anything now. I can’t afford to regret. That life is simply gone now, and I can’t regret its passing. I have to live in the present. The life back then is gone just as…