author: colson whitehead

... faded sheet music and photographs of the Big Bend Tunnel and woodcuts of a hero, she thought, the man has earned it. She hears laughter from down the row of rooms. It J O H N H E N R Y D A Y S.

... loops of red neon declare, HAPPYLAND DIMEADANCE. She's up the stairs. Lila Mae hears music. She pushes against the scratched swinging doors at the top of the dirty ... sheet music and his rapier's tip, the incisions he makes in the humid air ...

... template for other feral cities and Mark Spitz was a sort of template , too , he'd figured out . The stories were the same , whether Last Night enveloped them on Long Island or in Lan- caster or Louisville . The close calls , the blind ...

A Novel Colson Whitehead. they danced. I'm going to buy our freedom, he said, hay in his ... spadefoot toads and turtles and slithering creatures, the chattering of ... night seas like the hold of a slave ship. Sandhill cranes and warblers ...

... bebopped his head to the beat. Was he supposed to honor the old ways because they were tried and true? Fuck all ... bounty of American promise is our due. It is what we worked for, it is what we died for, and we call it New Prospera.” The ...