Category: Scene & Heard
The Flame Throwers
“I’d been listening to men talk since I arrived in New York City. That’s what men liked to do. Talk. Profess like experts. When one finally came along who didn’t say much, I listened.”
The White Tiger
“Tell me, Muslim uncle, can a man make himself vanish with poetry”
“What do you mean – like vanish through black magic?” He looked at me. “Yes, that can be done. There are books for that. You want to buy one?”
“No, not vanish like that. I mean can he… can he…”
The bookseller had narrowed his eyes. The sweat beads had grown larger on his huge black forehead.
I smiled at him. “Forget I asked that. Muslim uncle.”
And then I warned myself never to talk to this old man again. He knew too much already.
-Aravind Adiga
The Hold Steady
“let this be my annual reminder
that we can all be something bigger”
-Constructive Summer
The Light Appears 