Red Car: Stories
"[Sallie] Bingham writes with an austere and unerring knowledge of what it is to be human and transgressive."-Paula Fox"Restrained and wise, these lovely stories unfold like lavender-scented linens, quieting the fretful mind."-Joe Ashby PorterForty-year veteran of the novel, noted feminist, and author of over ten books, Sallie Bingham returns with 'Red Car', a collection written in her signature style-discreet, sly prose circling taboo subjects. Her new offering is about love enjoyed, whether alone or with lovers, sensual or familial, comedic or tragic, often with a wry twist. Sallie Bingham lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
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