I always say, “I don’t do action. I do violence.” I want the violence to hit. And the way I do that is I focus on making it as small as possible. To me, a machine gun isn’t as dramatic as a six-shooter, and a six-shooter isn’t as dramatic as a baseball bat. The more you can make it about one body trying to affect another body, change you, break you, really that’s the way to head, because we’ve all felt pain.… more
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My Father Calls Me, Wondering About His Car
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Becky TuchIt was his taxi where he got stuck daily in crosstown traffic that sent him exploding with rage. This was the taxi where he was once held up at gunpoint and this was the taxi where he took naps during slow afternoons. This was the taxi whose seats he scrubbed with bleach and this was the taxi in which he picked us up from our mother’s house and drove us to school, home from basketball practice, and came to get us in, always, when we needed him.… more
