Wolves Eat Dogs

    "Be absolutely still. Look over your left shoulder, between the two pretty birches." Arkady turned his head as slowly as possible and saw a row of yellow eyes behind the trees. The air grew heavy. Insects slowed in their spirals. Sweat ringed Arkady's neck and ran down his chest and spine. The next moment the deer bolted in an explosion of dust and flower heads, took the measure of the field in two bounds and crashed into the woods on the far side. Arkady looked back at the birches. The wolves had gone so silently that he thought he might have imagined them.’

    "When Cruz Smith is at his best, as he is here, it is impossible to tell how much is research and how much imagination."

- The Guardian