I am wondering after reading this book in what ways we still may or may not have books like this any more. I guess it’s technically fiction — and you won’t get much argument out of me about definitions between fictions and nonfiction and memoir and other related forms because I really do believe that the narrative and literary impulse that produces fiction or more to the point literary writing does not need to worry too much about genre and definitions. But this is a […]
Here I wake up because the pregnant woman is touching my face with her fingers.
Red Cavalry by Isaac Babel
