Joshua Ferris

You Don't Know What's in My Heart we were fractious and overpaid. Our mornings lacked promise. At least those of us who smoked had something to look forward to at ten-fifteen. Most of us liked most everyone, a few of us hated specific individuals, one or two people loved everyone and...

One THEMOUTHISA weird place. Not quite inside and not quite out, not skin and not organ, but something in between: dark, wet, admitting access to an interior most people would rather not contemplate— where cancer starts, where the heart is broken, where the soul might just fail to turn up. I...