T.C. Boyle
@tcboyle.com
American fiction writer equally devoted to novels and short stories.
The view from my desk. This creature winged in, a mouse-sized gobbet of meat clamped in its beak, but then gravity (and clumsiness) took over and it dropped its morsel before it had a chance to bolt it. This is its reaction.
Thank you, Jeff. Fiction is how I see the world.
That’s good to see. You’re a modern master of the short story.
If I have eaten cat, it was only in Belize, where it was disguised in a sauce and called "game."
Cats are good. With the right sauce? Fantastic. (Obviously a joke) reminds of an old Woody Allen bit. Sex between two people is beautiful. Between 5 , it’s fantastic! (Or something close to that)
Excellent. Captures the moment beautifully. (And many will know this story from The New Yorker back in June.)
Thank God the children are wearing life jackets...(„The Pool“) new story by @tcboyle.com
Agreed. Won't somebody please wipe him off the bottom of our shoes?
Sheesh. A freaking nightmare, that festering gob.
Wow. Your best shot yet, my friend. Gorgeous and ominous too.
Night.
Wow! Brutal. (For those who don't know the story, which will be out in English in the new collection come March, this depicts a family dying of the heat. And thirst.)
„What the Photos Didn't Reveal“ (Pt.2) by @tcboyle.com