STICKS AND BONES vents Vietnam era fury against a war that sent an endless stream of young men home damaged or in body bags.

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“Forget all the laws of optics, which the legend does not recognize” —Anton Chekhov, The Black Monk Attempting to summarize the best modernist short stories is futile; it’s impossible to…

“She began dressing, too. Only now, looking at her, Kovrin realised the danger of his position — realised the meaning of the black monk and his conversations with him. It…