The Isles of Dr. Moreau
Grandfather often enjoyed telling my brother about how, when he was younger, he was a ladies’ man. “I never had any trouble getting girls,” he’d exclaim. “None whatsoever.” It was …
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Grandfather often enjoyed telling my brother about how, when he was younger, he was a ladies’ man. “I never had any trouble getting girls,” he’d exclaim. “None whatsoever.” It was …
Read MoreChapter five of the author’s new book, Beyond the Pale
Read MoreVámonos was the last human word we heard out there, but even with the shouting I could hear the coyotes’ feet grinding past us over the rocks and sand, heading …
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Read MoreIt was the year of our tenth anniversary when Antoine and I separated. I stayed in the house and he occupied a loft in Old Montreal, an outdatedly slick place …
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Read MoreA thousand kilometers away, while the next great drama of his life was unfolding and God was banging His gavel to shake the Judaean hills, Baruch Kotler sat in the …
Read MoreThe man stood at the boundary of the beach, in the shadows of the hanging cedars, and listened to the heavy surf run in from deeper water. The beach pitched …
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