Point of view is a pact with the reader, not a rug to pull out from under them.

Through memory and imagination, the narrator reconstructs the intertwined lives of Wilson and Smith and the brutal way an affair detonates their families, uprooting the life of his young friend as collateral damage.

The lines describing the hole land with unsettling force, assigning to the landscape a kind of willful malevolence that is all the more frightening for being unexplained.

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If I were to draw up a list of my twenty favorite stanzas, at least five of these would come from Seamus Heaney’s “Oysters.”

Girmay’s words, though devastating, provided the comfort I needed.

At least in our club, after a lifetime of hushed whispers, I knew what happened to gay adults.

Another Country might be slotted into the category of social realism, but here, a rupture of genre occurs.

Who among us is still learning the language of erotica? Its palpitations and cadences?