Diane Williams's most recent book of fiction is Vicky Swanky is a Beauty. She is also the editor of the literary annual NOON.
SEPT 2014 | Fiction
The fur coat she was wearing hung as heavy as a child on her shoulders, and she looked stunned, arrived somehow by taxi, livery cab? Fleeced? Mrs. DePours large alligator bag was open.
NOV 2005 | Fiction
Mrs. White at the Red Shop showed me the beady-eyed garment, but I cant pay for it. Im broke! I already own a gold ring and a gold-filled wristwatch and I am very uncomfortable with these. My eyes sweep the garment and its charms.
SEPT 2006 | Fiction
Christine Schutt (CS): She was no taller than a small door. Her hair was entirely one color, no other shades. She was efficient in all the domestic arts, but all she could say in English at this point was: Glad to meet you, Too bad about the weather, and No one does it better than a slam dunkerwhatever that meant. She knew no other words of English. All to the better, thought Milo.