Sublime

gnawed

I loved him, it seemed, forever, and nothing new could happen to that love. I’d forgotten about death.

logorrheic

fugacious

Eidolons

Bolbol understood this desire to narrate everything all over again, to reveal a side of himself that no one had known. Abdel Latif wanted to leave his final story in Bolbol’s hands—not only his final wish.

kufiya

In the spring of that year, the Turks had begun to deport the Armenians. First they rounded up the intellectuals in Constantinople—Krikor Zohrab, Daniel Varoujan the poet, Rupen Zartarian, Ardashes Harutiunian, Atom Yarjanian “Siamanto,” Yervant Srmakeshkhanlian the novelist—more than two thousand in total taken to imperial holding centres, many to