This collection of short stories aims for the space between malls and war zones, the slippery slope that leads any of us to either place or both at once and, with a little hope and imagination, the road to our escape.
Meet the obsessive who prides himself on coughing during a Horowitz performance....the father of a penguin who one day will fly...the woman who saves herself by eating mud...and the fellow who hovers like a helicopter in the hum of his favorite bar.
Excerpt from Ukrainamerica:
All the while I was growing up, Alex (my father is dead and I will call him what I want; I control things here) liked to roll the names of American states on his tongue: "Ohio," he would say, or, "Nebraska, Kansas," his ridiculous pronunciation making them sound like exotic planets. He told me when he said their names he imagined soul...