Once upon a time, a girl was born in Moscow who dreamed of winning Wimbledon. She worked hard on her serve and groundstrokes, then knocked on doors of the rich and privileged for help. “Too tall, too slow, too clumsy,” the Russian prince said. “Good enough for us,” the Prince of Kazakhstan said. Money was […]
Holger Rune half-swaggers, half-limps like John Wayne shot in the leg. He’s cramping again on a tennis court; he’s wound tighter than any watch in the Nordic lands. His lean teenage legs add muscle every month. Soon they will be like tree trunks. Soon he may learn that seas and men can be calm. Holger […]
Father was positive and paranoid and pissed that the bomb would destroy the world, so he sold calendars of flowers and buttons of peace: Make Love, Not War. That meant, in part, that he loved many women. It was said he could charm the socks off a corpse. He wrote the mother of his children […]
Siddhartha eats as little as possible. Martina eats as little as possible: thirty grams of cereals each day, a piece of fruit each night. She hates her muscular, athletic body. Her father is dying from a degenerative disease. Siddhartha dying till he receives a gift of milk and rice. Avoid extremes. Not too much, and […]