Staff Picks: Cucumbers, Chiropractors, and Kleptocrats
by The Paris Review
Mar 16, 2018
3 minutes
Ever since Nicole first handed me “,” the gorgeous yet harrowing piece of short fiction by the late Kathleen Collins in our , I’ve found myself returning, time and time again, to the writer’s first posthumous collection of stories, The book’s cover, which features a collage by of a young woman with a wash of purple ink for hair, sets the tone, and the stories that follow are just as arresting. In them, we hear from people of all shades, each of whom experience torment and love in equal measure. Collins writes of an uncle who can’t keep
You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.
Start your free 30 days