The well is poisoned, he says on the phone one week; then, another week, it’s drying up.
It’s become something of a joke: when you reach for a Michel Houellebecq novel, you brace yourself.
In later years I will come to avoid him, but for now, I am eight years old, and the man everyone says is my father...
The Harper brothers acted as if they didn’t see Lola or her car, right in front of them, plain as day.
Duchess, the dog that Jack and his dad brought home, is sitting by the kitchen table in a pair of women’s underpants...