This is the story of how I became omniscient. I wouldn't have become all-knowing in the first place if not for a nonverbal understanding that led to an oral fixation, and adultery that led to a haircut that influenced another haircut.
Cheap, amateurish and sometimes just plain hard to watch, Beasts enjoyed a wave of overwrought critical hosannas, going all the way back to when the film first was shown more than a year ago at the Sundance Film Festival.
I wrote "The Lieutenant of San Porfirio" because I love Latin America. I haven't learned to love it naively, as some Americans say, because of its chaos. I love it because I grew up there, and in spite of the chaos.
There are many other aspects to being a woman -- to being human -- that can't be expressed through memoir. For an alternate narrative experience, read the novel The Salt God's Daughter by Ilie Ruby -- a lyrical, luxuriantly mystical meditation on being female.
If you're trying to think of a Mother's Day present for mom, how about a novel featuring a memorable mother? The book could star a saintly mom, a hellish mom, or a more realistic mom between those two extremes.
My mother and father arrived in Port of Spain, Trinidad, in January 1956, on a banana boat -- with two suitcases and a green bicycle. She was a keen cyclist and thought it would be a good idea to bring her Raleigh bike all the way from Southampton.