Ottessa Moshfegh’s first two books are, as she tells me, very different from one another. But despite the contrast...
I keep everything until the moment it’s needed. I am the glint in your bank manager’s eye. I never...
He trepans with the blunt screwdriver on his penknife: unripe figs require the touch of air on flesh to...
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