NYPD detective Lex Cole tracks a missing Brooklyn teen whose bright future is endangered by the ghosts of his unknown father's past, in this highly anticipated sequel to A Map of the Dark. One of the few black kids on his Brighton Beach block, Titus "Crisp" Crespo was raised by his white mother and his Russian grandparents. He has two legacies from his absent father, Mo: his weird name and his brown skin. Crisp has always been the odd kid out, but a fundamentally good kid, with a bright future. But one impulsive decision triggers a horrible domino effect--an arrest, no reason not to accompany his richer, whiter friend Glynnie on a visit to her weed dealer, and a trip onto his father's old home turf where he'll face certain choices he's always strived to avoid. As Detective Lex Cole tries to unravel the clues from Crisp's night out, they both find that what you don't know about your past can still come back to haunt you.
What if it was just last night? "[A] book I almost wish I’d written, except that would have robbed me of the intense joy of reading it... the kind of novel that will have you putting everything else on hold so you can keep turning pages ...
I Was Better Last Night bares the inner life of this eccentric nonconforming child from his roots in 1952 Brooklyn, to the experimental worlds of Andy Warhol and the Theatre of the Ridiculous, to the gay rights movements of the seventies ...
Winner of the National Book Award A New York Times Bestseller "The queer romance we’ve been waiting for.”—Ms.
Stewart O'Nan has been called 'the bard of the working class', and Last Night at the Lobster is a masterclass of precision and empathy.
Eli searches for his ex-lover Lilia after she disappears one morning from his Brooklyn apartment, but he discovers surprises about her childhood after going to Montreal on a tip from a source who says that Lilia may be there.
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C' G od, it sure did rain hard last night. Come over and look!” jody said as she stood by the living room window. Wrapping a sheet around me, I left the scene of last night's erotic affair and joined her. I gazed out of the window with ...
LAST. NIGHT. IN THE FINAL WEEKS BEFORE my younger brother was due to be born, my mother carried her weighty stomach around the house, cooking and scrubbing in silence. Her legs were laced with dark varicose veins and her face worn to ...
Big bright taxis sped past us on either side. I was deep in thought about how I'd never end up with Kelly - I couldn't, her kisses were too sweet, too innocent, but the night had served its purpose. It was the reawakening | needed.
Reverend Beasley still worked hard to come up with new slogans for his sign outside the First United Methodist church , and he had hired my fourteen - year - old brother , Harry , to help . This week's was TWEET OTHERS AS YOU WOULD LIKE ...