Other Writings
- Republican
A short story from Ploughshares - Anything That Floats
A short story originally published in The Paris Review and reprinted in New Stories from the South: The Year's Best 2005 - On Rejection; or, Dear Author, After Careful Consideration
An essay originally published in Shenandoah - Ode to Southern Heavy Metal
A short essay from The Oxford American - Ode to Giant Cowboy Boots
A short essay from The Oxford American - Back in the Day (Just A Few Years Ago)
A short essay from The New York Times Magazine - Best New Novelist: Per Petterson
A short essay from Men's Journal
Audio
- A Love Affair With Skateboarding (MP3)
A short audio essay that originally aired on NPR's "All Things Considered." The commentary was produced by Ellen Silva for the January 17, 2005 edition of ATC. - Outside the Toy Store (MP3)
A recording of Bret reading "Outside the Toy Store". The reading was recorded and produced by Dianna Stirpe, and originally aired on WSUI, the NPR affiliate in Iowa City, IA.
Republican
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But the reward never came. Days, then weeks, passed after he saved Whitney Garrett and still Carlos heard nothing. He called me every few nights to talk to me while he drank. He asked if I'd enroll with him in classes to become a rodeo clown, and another time he told me the story of catching himself in his trouser zipper and getting stitches. He said, “Julian, that's happened to me twice, so please be careful.” He told me that as a boy he'd wanted to be a mariachi singer, that his father had owned a monkey that smoked cigarettes. He talked about how he'd spend his reward money — he planned to buy La Cocina as well as a shrimp boat and recording studio, to outfit Alma with a new wardrobe, to send Melinda to college. He asked if I could think of why Mrs. Garrett would promise to visit the restaurant, but hadn't.
“Maybe she's planning something really special,” I said.
“If someone saved my daughter, I'd give them the keys to my house. I'd send thank you cards every morning. I'd call every night and sing them to sleep.”
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