Chelsea's breasts are more the size of tangerines, but he likes them. He likes that she smells like Fruit Loops and that her front teeth overlap slightly. Her mouth is glossed. He slips his tongue inside.

Larry's next book, A Fly in My Ointment, is due out this summer

I’ll bring the naproxen sodium so we won’t have any problem grabbing things.

We watched kids tweeze snapping turtles out of the park grass. They dropped them into a styrophoam cup and called it the snap turtle home. When they grow up they will bite your arms off, their father said laughing.

I don't know what happened to all the men. Used to wonder if they killed them all.

The dismantled moon was not cold in our hands, but warm, smooth beneath its shell as baby flesh. The musk of its damp, stringy innards filled us with sorrow.

Somehow, random phrases and sentences from the stories, comments and profile pages were generated as “replies”.

At a good distance, he stood. Hair, gray, stringy, long as a horse’s mane. His beard, thick, unkempt. Like a caterpillar, a smile worked across his face. No, he said. It won’t be another Miami. Not another Miami.

I held on to the edge

But there’s a special place in my heart for Richler’s tour de force of a novel, his grand finale, Barney’s Version. It has everything — humour, a whiff of mystery, poignancy, a suggested reading list for a literary illiterate like yours truly, the Falstaf

Donnie remembers just in time. So we run practically every stop sign and red light in town, and get there just before they close.

Andreas Cappelanus taught that the word / “love” comes from the word meaning / “to fish.”

He gathers our abusive fathers, our esophageal tears, our peanut fetuses.

I never looked at her face.

So I walk behind Sandra’s desk and I put my radioactive tum-tum right up to her beaded dreadlocks and I tell her about the nuclear energy that is flowing through her right now. She laughs and screams at me the way I am sure her daughter does when someone