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    The uriniferous lair In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out Read More →

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    The plague In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out Read More →

  • Slahi

    The Torture Monkey (from the April issue of Sojourners) There’s no better sequel to the Senate Select Intelligence Committee‘s executive summary of Read More →

The uriniferous lair

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” Not being paid an administrator’s exalted salary, I have no intention of violating the sanctum of his uriniferous lair in order to do anything corrective, and it occurs to me that this
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The plague

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” There’s no cure for the hungry plague, but in the end the plague becomes its own cure. M.R. Carey, The Girl with all the Gifts   Related articles The Girl with
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Oval Park Pensieve

I live a half block from Oval Park, one of Durham’s little jewels. The park is split in two by West Club Boulevard. To the south are a battered tennis court, a basketball hoop and a picnic shelter. To the north lies the playground and a small baseball field. Both sides are shaded by loblolly
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The Torture Monkey

(from the April issue of Sojourners) There’s no better sequel to the Senate Select Intelligence Committee‘s executive summary of the torture report than Mohamedou Ould Slahi‘s just-published Guantánamo Diary (Little, Brown and Company). This harrowing tale is but one of what will someday be many direct accounts by victims. Originally from Mauritius, Slahi, 45, was
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The Final Silence

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” “What use was a prayer?” Stuart Neville, The Final Silence Related articles 2015 Edgar Award Nominations Revealed A cache of crime writers Traveler’s Guide to Belfast, Ireland
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Mickey Choate

I was traveling when the news arrived. Mickey Choate, my literary agent, had died suddenly. As his wife, Laurel, later explained to me, this long-time runner and life-long non-smoker had been diagnosed with lung cancer. The disease was brutal and quick. He was 52. Along with Laurel, he’s mourned by his children, family, friends, colleagues
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Finding my North Carolina roots

In 1993, I was a reluctant transplant to the Triangle. Born and raised in Chicago, I considered myself a big-city girl. I’d lived in Mexico City, San Francisco and Lima, Peru. Several times, I’d talked my way into – and out of – Peruvian prisons run entirely by inmates who considered Americans lower than stray
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A senseless execution

Like so many, I felt horror at the death of Jordanian pilot Muath Al-Kaseasbeh, apparently burned alive by Islamic State militants. In a slick and gruesome video, the militants celebrate the atrocity while also making the specious claim that they chose this cruel method to retaliate for coalition air strikes. Like so many, when I heard this news, I
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To be a knife

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” “What a pleasant thing it would be to be a knife, always eager to take the path of least resistance, always drawn to the weak points, falling through tendons and skin
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Guantánamo Diary

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” The third man was not masked; he stayed at the door holding the dog’s collar, ready to release it on me. Mohamedou Ould Slahi, Guantánamo Diary   Related articles First diary
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