THREE HUNDRED AND TWO

From Sine Cosine Tangent, Don DeLillo in this week’s New Yorker. “My mother had a roller that picked up lint. I don’t know why this fascinated me. I used to watch her guide the device over the back of her cloth coat. I tried to define the word “roller” without sneaking a look in the dictionary. I satContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND TWO”