Harper's (January 2011)
The drunk's club:
A.A., the cult that cures
By Clancy W. Martin
By Sharifa Rhodes-Pitts
The hare's mask
By Mark Slouka
If I have been Tomaz Salamun
By Adam Zagajewski
Doesn’t, it implies that he would possibly not care what you assert. If an Arab bites his correct inger, it's a signal of contempt, and this can frequently be followed by muttering. Mexicans use a “psst-psst” sound to trap another’s consciousness. Russians could stumble upon as chilly and never very open or well mannered humans. The Dutch don't think in lining up and exhibit virtually no attention in public for a person’s prestige, gender, or age. In the US, time is a vital commodity. humans “save” time and “spend”.
It doesn’t.” He shakes his head. “You nonetheless don’t get it, Clancy. retain it easy, silly. How lengthy have you ever been sober now? 9 months? good, name me any time. you continue to bought my quantity, correct? Use it.” I’ve by no means known as one other alcoholic while i wished a drink. I’ve responded calls, and talked humans down, yet I’m probably not a cellphone individual. I did seek advice from Don A. as soon as at the telephone whilst my melancholy used to be so undesirable i used to be approximately to leap off the roof of UMKC’s Royall corridor. I n a gathering in a bit city.
Of the shul as soon as served because the ofices of the Rebbe, and a number of other of his former aides—all non-messianists—were chatting quietly between themselves. “Huebner,” one in every of them acknowledged. “What are you doing up here?” A rabbi we handed hesitated ahead of reluctantly shaking Huebner’s hand; he pretended to not see me. Others stopped while Huebner handed, whispering lower than their breath in Yiddish or shaking their heads nearly imperceptibly. the various contempt used to be directed at me as Huebner’s visitor. I stored my eyes.
Wires. I driven my nostril into it, inhaling that indescribable deep fur odor. And that’s how he discovered me, keeping the hare’s masks opposed to my face, crying so not easy I didn’t pay attention him come into the room, days prior to my 9th birthday. simply because he’d understood approximately dates, and the way issues that aren’t attached can appear to be, and that he’d been 9 years outdated while it occurred. And he held me for a very long time, petting my hair in that somewhat awkward, fatherly means, announcing, “It’s ok, everything’s.
completely excessive—it turns out to damage a few legislations. and that i can pay attention my cherished previous aunt—who might by no means have claimed any services as a decorator, yet who t aught her sel f to wallpaper a room—repeating, as she fastened the stepladder, what should have been passed right down to her usually: that if the wallpaper is patterned the curtains can be simple, and vice versa. however the 19th century lived by way of diverse ideas. “Now as to the ornament of a room,” feedback the good clothier Christopher cloth wardrobe, if.