“Okay,” she said. “Enough thinking now. Tell, no.” “You’ve heard this one already.” “That’s all right. Tell.” So he ate, and told her an old story, which he had told her many times before: in the days when he was just a...
May 1989 At 2:00 AM on Wednesday, 3 secret service agents sneak into the main men’s hostel of the University of Nigeria & upend a large, metal bucket over the head of the leader of the students as he sleeps. “Help! Help!” he shouts upon waking to the darkness of...
Probably the primary gift provided me by the Civitella Ranieri Center–beyond long periods of uninterrupted silence in a spacious studio with natural light–is the genius of its location, Italy. Working in a totally new cultural and physical environment forces the...
