At the end of the path, just before the turn that would take her to the convent, she stood facing the hedge, running her hands along the bushes. “Here,” she muttered to herself, “here, here,” pushing a little at the dense green branches. And finally, her hand went in, a space big enough for a slender girl to push through.
A MOMENT IN THE SUN by John Sayles McSweeney’s 968 pages reviewed by Terrance Getberlet The Spanish-American war: vehicle for John Sayles’ newest film, Amigo, and his newest novel, A Moment in the Sun. Spreading awareness of the war has become his cause du jour and he’s been seeking answers as to why it figures so dimly in the […]
Listen— I coach basketball in the South Bronx that’s what I do and earlier today we lost in the city playoffs our fourth quarter comeback came up three points short and after the game I sat by my favourite player a little lefty point guard with a big heart who doesn’t take shit from anybody […]