Robert Lipsyte: Take My Gun, Please
The gun I carried on the streets of New York City in the late 1960s was a Beretta, similar to the pistol James Bond packed in the early Ian Fleming … Continue reading →
June 15, 2022 · Leave a comment
Robert Lipsyte: Where Are the Men?
I realized then that I was watching a raid. I felt ice water in my veins as I hurried to a telephone booth from which I could observe the cops closing in on the doctor’s office. What should I do? Warn the doctor? Less than an hour had passed since Maria had gone inside. If they aborted the abortion now, would that spare them criminal charges?
May 25, 2022 · Leave a comment