Robin Lippincott is the author of three novels, In the Meantime (Toby Press, 2007), Our Arcadia: An American Watercolor (Viking, 2001, Penguin 2002) and Mr. Dalloway (Sarabande Books, 1999, now in its fourth printing), and a collection of short stories, The Real, True...
That yard was out to get me: to make me pay for his neglect. I’d cared too much about the inside and, jealous, possessive, he’d lost his muddy mind. I’d been keeping my eyes up, you know; worrying too much over the above-ground happenings: erratic employment, broken...
To make a mask that fit like a second skin, they required a mold of my father’s ruined face. I sat in a green vinyl chair and watched them work while he breathed through a rubber tube. This was after midnight in an office above a bowling alley. The woman spooned...
The stoplight felt endless. I flipped through the radio dial—sick of the same old stuff—and paused at a soft hits station. It blared some power ballad from the 80’s. Not my music. I reached for the dial but hesitated, vaguely captivated by the hypnotic mélange of...
Some women lose their cool when they miss a 50 percent-off sale at Sak’s. Others have a hissy fit on a bad hair day. Me, I get pissed (or piqued for those delicate souls) whenever I can’t hear the rest of an interesting conversation. I don’t mean...
