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“The mother is already distant from Sarah. Sarah is trying to distance herself from her father, and suicide is the only method she’s discovered so far to do that. But the father told her that if she killed herself, he would kill himself, so she’s even denied a successful death. This family is a violin, with only one string, and it’s a funeral march.”
By Lorenzo W. MilamOctober 1990Fatima remembers the infant eyes closing against the first handfuls of dirt. She stopped moving almost immediately, as if the sheerest blanket of earth were too heavy.
By Diana Abu-JaberSeptember 1990Having a room of one’s own, eating compulsively, scribbling
By Our ReadersSeptember 1990“Gringo watching,” I call it. I’ve been living in Mexico on and off for twenty years, and slowly I’m developing this prejudice, this terrible prejudice, against Americans. “They’re so pale and wan — in such a hurry,” I think, trying to forget I’m one of them.
By Lorenzo W. MilamAugust 1990August 1990Hell is made up of yearnings. The wicked don’t roast on beds of nails; they sit on comfortable chairs and are tortured with yearnings.
Isaac Bashevis Singer
July 1990It is not hard to live through a day, if you can live through a moment. What creates despair is the imagination, which pretends there is a future, and insists on predicting millions of moments, thousands of days, and so drains you that you cannot live the moment at hand.
Andre Dubus
The root of our contemporary industrial pathology is what I call a deep, hidden rage in the Western world against the human condition. We are devastating the planet in an orgy of destructiveness. We refuse to accept anything in its natural state.
By Ralph EarleJuly 1990June 1990If evil is due to ignorance, then all professors should be saints.
Richard S. Emrich
May 1990Heaven and Hell are in the present moment, and we are either in Heaven or Hell as we live out our lives each day.
Charles Scot Giles
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