Eduardo Halfon

The Last Tiger

Kullu seemed haunted by the tale he told me of his grandfather’s encounter with a mighty predator. But he had another history to share, one to haunt me.

My History with Needles

By strange alchemy, a treatment for allergies also cured my aversion to literature. It was those jabs that made me a writer.

Canción

In Guatemala City, the shadows of the past weigh heavily on the living.

A Few Seconds in Paris

My overall mood was this: there weren’t enough hours in the day for reading all the books I needed to read, and there weren’t enough books in the world. I also realized that, as a reader, I had become an impatient and intolerant asshole.

Pandemic Journal

Dispatches from around the world documenting the coronavirus outbreak

Pandemic Journal, March 17–22

Dispatches on the coronavirus outbreak from Madeleine Schwartz in Brooklyn, Anne Enright in Dublin, Joshua Hunt in Busan, Anna Badkhen in Lalibela, Lauren Groff in Gainesville, and more.

El Lago

The lake in front of us was a thick green. A pea-soup green. It seemed emptier, smaller. Its putrid smell was now everywhere. I asked him about the lake’s current condition. He’d been there for over half a century. He’d seen its blue, pristine waters turn green and thick and foul. He’d seen all the fish disappear.