The economics of love and marriage in a country burdened with a history of violent conflict.
A psychedelic slog through the pleasures and mysteries of slacking off and not measuring up.
Dreams of unraveling love and belonging on the path to Jihad.
The writers here—both those from abroad and those from Brazil—set out to rediscover and portray the diverse Brazils within this dynamic country.
Are you like me, sir? I didn’t buy a word.
Work is too ambiguous a word. Does life work? No, it always wrecks.
But first they sever José Cláudio’s right ear.
“It’s impossible for a sister recluse to sing like that. We no longer feel those emotions.”
“Who cares about an old wreck?”
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