The Blue, an excerpt from Salvage: A Memoir
On the high shelves of my father’s salvage store in Provincetown, I sometimes spotted a glimmer of blue among his dusty collections of clam rakes, lanterns, chains, and anchors;…
My Father’s Teeth
My father saved his teeth by lying through them. Somewhere on the border between Russia and Poland, pines and rifles, in the nineteen-teens, he went off to the woods…
Our Sorrow and Our Love Move into a Foreign Language: Constantine Cavafy, Jacqueline Kahanoff, and Ahmed Rassim
Last October I spent some time on the Greek island of Andros, two hours east by ferry from the mainland. It seemed the right place to re-immerse myself in…