Archive for the category "Unpublished Fiction"

Farewell, Our Wherewithal

6 October 2011

After shrinking the government “to the size of a chipmunk and garrotting it in a birdbath,” as an experimental reactionary economist once famously put it, the next challenge for my country’s wealthy was how to destroy money itself. They owned all of it; they’d worked hard to hoard it, like toy houses in a children’s [...]

Hemingway’s “For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn”: The Early Drafts

8 October 2009

I sold shoes. It was good. Writing, like shoe selling, is hard. Hola, compadre. War’s tough. Need shoes? Bullfighters. Booze. Lions. Fishing. Paris. Babies? Shoes, she loved. Me, she left. American seeks paper, pencil, bambino (shod). Sale: baby. Barefooted. Ten clams, o.b.o. Baby shoes on offer, slightly blood-soaked. For sale: diapers, never pooped in. Crazy [...]