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Tweet Take, for instance, the three-minute introductory sequence of Busted Hub. A logy wipe like the cockeyed rising of Venetian blinds opens the film. Trevor Czewski, greasy-haired and wrapped in a blue/black flannel, sighs in the cracked vinyl front seat of his Chevette.[1]* His left cheekbone bears a recently popped pimple which one will watch Trevor, . . . → Read More: All the Little Moving Parts Tweet The color of your eyes is a complete surprise to me. I’ve never considered it. You’re sitting across from me and you’re brooding, bellicose. I have no right to be shocked, but your attitude is not the one I expected. When I spoke to you Tuesday you insisted, even sounded enthusiastic. But settling on your . . . → Read More: Here Is My Only Elsewhere Tweet Remy Mallory’s father has been dead four years by the time Remy starts noticing him everywhere: the supermarket, the Laundromat, the Seven-Eleven. Remy sees a convincing permutation of his father in nearly every man past fifty; he recognizes them. Dad has become a businessman. That’s dad and he’s retired. R.L. Mallory was a wreck of . . . → Read More: Hibakusha |
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