Alerce
“As you read this, there is a man called Nico in a town named Puerto Montt carving life into the richest red wood you’ve ever seen.” Sydney Tammarine discovers the spirit of Chile through the carvings of a man named Nico.
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Fifty-seven Inches
“I said I had documented aesthetics on my side, and yes, it’s hard not to be anal when discussing antelope ass.” Kate McCorkle remembers a first home at the beginning of a marriage.
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You Arab?
“As we waited at the airport in Vienna for a connecting flight, a Middle Eastern woman walked up to Anil and asked him, ‘You Arab?'”
Suripya Bhatnagar discusses prejudice and her desire to live in a more tolerant world.
Oleka and the Personal Diary
“We believe that most of our days are unremarkable; but it’s only because we can’t remember them.” Richa Gupta writes on the advantages of keeping a personal diary.
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Twenty Questions
“I press my forehead against the cold glass as the bus moves onward, the sliver of land between highways, the dogs, it all collapses into nothing.” Elena Robidoux writes of disillusionment in Peru.
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Memories of Reading: Part III
“Each re-telling of those extraordinary tales of derring-do was invested with a sense of immediacy and cinematic detailing.” Chitralekha Basu concludes her memoir on the literature that shaped her.
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Memories of Reading: Part II
“Ma got totally exasperated with the fights, which had become ritual, she would have with me over who got to read Desh first.” Part II of Chitralekha Basu’s literary childhood.
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Memories of Reading: Part I
“I had an insatiable appetite for stories and would badger my parents to read from the books I had accumulated.” Chitralekha Basu reflects on the literature that shaped her writing.
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The Know-It-All Who Didn’t
“Of course, the more I tried to get away from that past, the more I ran right into it.” M. M. Adjarian’s story of self discovery.
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Love — Perfect
“We all lived in a hostel on Green Avenue in Bed-Stuy. My days were spent cleaning the rooms and making.” Michael E. Wilson Jr. writes of life and love at an international hostel in New York City.
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