Date: 1984
"His brain was deep-fried. No, he decided, it had been thrown into hot fat and left there, and the fat had cooled, a thick dull grease congealing on wrinkled lobes, shot through with greenish-purple flashes of pain."
preview | full record— Gibson, William (b. 1948)
Date: 1984
"He still had his anger. That was like being rolled in some alley and waking to discover your wallet still in your pocket, untouched."
preview | full record— Gibson, William (b. 1948)
Date: 1988
"My rank aroma was the perfume my soul exuded, devotion's air."
preview | full record— Erdrich, Louise (b. 1954)