The Art of Fiction No. 178 Issue no. 167 Fall 2003 “Writing has always been like that for me. Slowly blundering toward consciousness.”
In the Country of Last Things Issue no. 96 Summer 1985 These are the last things, she wrote. One by one they disappear and never come back. I can tell you of the ones I have seen, of the ones that are no more, but I doubt there will be time.
A Tomb for Anatole (Translator) Issue no. 78 Summer 1980 child sprung fromthe two of us—showingus our ideal, the way