They are beautiful, powerful, trendsetters, all trouble by their husbands’ bed hopping habits (and occasionally their own). Despite its pulpiness, the stoicism of the women in the face of open humiliation is moving: making peace with infidelity or casually moving onto to find Numero 2, or 3. Through it all is Truman, Truman Capote, the... Continue Reading →

I had just read an article of a young poet in The Atlantic. It was seeing his delicate frame and reading his equally fragile prose that moved me to reach for him through his debut novel. The coming of age tale of a Vietnamizes immigrant living in CT- but it is so much more. Raw... Continue Reading →