A Confederacy of Dunces
The factory is a large, barn-like structure that houses bolts of fabric, cutting tables, massive sewing machines, and furnaces that provide the steam for pressing. The total effect is rather surreal, especially when one sees Les Africains moving about attending to...
A Confederacy of Dunces
“Where are you going now?” “Mr. Mancuso and his aunt, they gonna pick me up in a few minutes. We going down by Fazzio’s to bowl.” “What?” Ignatius screamed. “Is that true?” “I’ll be in early. I told Mr. Mancuso I can’t stay out late. And his aunt’s a grammaw, so I...
Mornings In Jenin
Amal wanted a closer look into the soldier’s eyes, but the muzzle of his automatic rifle, pressed against her forehead, would not allow it. Still, she was close enough to see that he wore contacts. She imagined the soldier leaning into a mirror to insert the...