Jonah Rye: 2 books

-- She’d break out the jug, her homemade gin – ‘thimble-full won’t hurt’ – set two shot glasses on the counter and fill them to the brim, ‘neat.’ He’d raise his glass to her, ‘Prost.’ ‘Prost,’ she’d say and they’d knock them back and slam the glasses down on the counter....

After the genocide. The environment is heavy with the memory of conflict, rank with the spoils of aid and corruption, infused with exploitation, violence, impunity. Dhamma, the triptych. -- When the girl was still very young two boys came. They selected her. There is a place where you will...