To Face a Family
That my brother and I were not white like the rest of my family didn’t seem to matter much. And then it did.
Little Dorrit, Bleak House, Nicholas Nickleby, Dombey and Son, David Copperfield, The Chimes
Outside, it was New England. In school, we rolled the sides of crayons over thin paper layered onto fall leaves to catch the shape of their veins. My brother came home with one new face after another.
Comment ça va
All the Changs and Dongs and Vishnusyour
Tracy O'Neill is the author of The Hopeful. She is a National Book Foundation 5 Under 35 honoree and was awarded the Center for Fiction's Emerging Writers Fellowship. Her fiction has appeared in Granta, LitHub, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, The Literarian, Narrative, and Guernica. O'Neill's nonfiction has been published in The Atlantic, the New Yorker, Bookforum, The Guardian and Rolling Stone online; in VQR, Grantland, and the San Francisco Chronicle. She teaches at the City College of New York. Website: tracyoneill.net
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