A FIST-SIZED HEART, beating in a stranger’s chest. A headless torso, stashed in a walk-in closet. A flap of loose flesh, drooping over a man’s eye. A lone big toe, hacked from a foot, the toenail painted blood red. ...

MY HIGH SCHOOL class president was an impressive person. Intelligent, dedicated, quietly intense, amiable but not too charming, the kind of student admired by peers and teachers alike. When we graduated, I — like many of my lucky classmates — went to a ...

USE YOUR ILLUSION: Edan Lepucki on Marisha Pessl's Night Film: IN A SCENE from Ingmar Bergman’s film Persona, one woman tells a story to another woman, who is comatose. As I recall it, the first woman describes how she went ...