Chang-rae Lee
My Father’s Face
One of my clearest childhood memories is of my father washing his face. Forty-five years later, I would be washing him.
How Sea Urchin Tastes
From 2002: I point to a bin and say that’s what I want—those split spiny spheres, like cracked-open meteorites.
My Father’s Face
One of my clearest childhood memories is of my father washing his face. Forty-five years later, I would be washing him.
How Sea Urchin Tastes
From 2002: I point to a bin and say that’s what I want—those split spiny spheres, like cracked-open meteorites.