‘This body, which expels waste through many exits... This body on which disease feeds… This body which can decompose producing the most abominable stench… Is it this body that you admire?
The Things They Carried won France's prestigious Prix du Meilleur Livre Etranger and the Chicago Tribune Heartland Prize; it was also a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Critics Circle Award.
STITCH ON THE NEEDLE
‘Nothing limits it… It is free to choose… It must not…’
DAFFODILS FOR DEATH
Captain Brutsel tossed the autopsy report at Malcolm “All this sounds like a cock and bull story but I see no beaks or horns. Four shot stiffs and an intact fifth signed by Daffodils. No clues. The informer called from a payphone. Jimmy died of a heart attack. Why was he was there? How will we know? We are the ducks thrown in to quack good luck to the cock and bull!”
Malcolm scratched himself but the itching feeling persisted. It existed in his heart.
WHEN BELLS TOLL FOR TOMORROW
He stood staring at three plain crosses on the coast. The burnt bodies were gone. The sinister island glowed in full moonlight. Hacking against jerking waves, he crossed the cold sea in half an hour. Pounding heart teamed up with electrifying beat of distant drums as he moved on with his gut instinct pitted against gruesome death…
‘This body, which expels waste through many exits... This body on which disease feeds… This body which can decompose producing the most abominable stench… Is it this body that you admire?’