Michelle Ruiz Keil Rewrites Myth and Fairy Tale With Summer in the City of Roses
The First Acquaintance With A Part It’s the middle of summer, but of course there’s rain. Clouds race past, covering and uncovering the moon. Iph’s high heels squish with water, insult to the blistered injuries that are her feet. Her mother’s cashmere sweater, already two sizes too small, is now a second skin. She stops at a wide, busy street that might be familiar if she’d remembered her glasses. But those, along with her purse, are far away, sitting innocent and hopeful on the white tablecloth in the hotel banquet room. A guy across the street beams a glance her way and walks back...