Albert Angelo
The tablemanners are appalling by Mr. Coulter’s standards. You notice him correcting one eight-year-old girl for some time. You do not attempt to do anything similar yourself: these children and their manners are the product of their environment, and therefore suit...
The Heart In Winter
On Wyoming Street in the evening a patent Irish stumbled by, some crazy old meathead in a motley of rags and filthy buck-skin, wild tufts of hair sticking out the ears, the eyes burning now like hot stars, now clamped shut in a kind of ecstasy, and he lurched and...
Ninja Poppers
This could be a Ninja Tune record label sampler for the last couple of years, in mix form. The new Beats Atlas mix picks up tracks from all the big names on Ninja Tune. For better or worse, it then slams them together into the kind of mix even Coldcut would... um.....
All Fours
Her mood was a little off when I arrived. Or, not off (who was I to judge?), just unfamiliar. She took a long time hanging up my coat. “Are you okay?” But she didn’t do well with direct questions like that. As per our ritual we immediately went grocery...
James
Never had a situation felt so absurd, surreal and ridiculous. And I had spent my life as a slave. There we were, twelve of us, marching down the main street that separated the free side of town from the slave side, ten white men in blackface, one black man passing for...