“Morris mingles. He meets the housekeeper, an Iranian girl with a long pour of hair on her like black honey. In the course of their conversation he learns she has no complete language. She was born in Tehran, but her family moved to Hamburg when she was two. At seven she was taken to Montreal, at twelve to Vancouver. Each language – Persian, German, French, English – was a box she tried to break out of, boxes nested inside the next, like a Chinese puzzle. She is a delicious horror.” — “Black” by Annabel Lyon

Author: Brian Lindenmuth

Former non-fiction of Spinetingler Magazine and fiction editor at Snubnose Press. Long time reviewer.

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