T.C. Boyle
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T.C. Boyle
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American fiction writer equally devoted to novels and short stories.
The newspaper.
November 11, 2025 at 6:12 PM
The egg.
November 11, 2025 at 6:11 PM
The dog.
November 11, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Additional morning.
November 11, 2025 at 6:08 PM
The morning, 6:10 A.M.
November 11, 2025 at 2:12 PM
Night.
November 11, 2025 at 7:09 AM
Lizard of the day.
November 11, 2025 at 7:09 AM
A quick trip to Africa.
November 11, 2025 at 7:07 AM
The newspaper. (Amazing—no new Trump outrage to decency and democracy above the fold.)
November 10, 2025 at 6:36 PM
The egg.
November 10, 2025 at 6:31 PM
The dog.
November 10, 2025 at 6:30 PM
Additional morning.
November 10, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Dead seal. What’s it been, two weeks now? Where are the coyotes, bears, vultures, gulls?
November 10, 2025 at 6:27 PM
The morning, 6:05 A.M.
November 10, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Night.
November 10, 2025 at 6:33 AM
When Fräulein K. put this question to me many years ago, it wasn’t framed so elegantly.
November 10, 2025 at 6:32 AM
Just after . . .
November 10, 2025 at 6:23 AM
Looking west.
November 10, 2025 at 6:22 AM
Butterfly Beach, looking east.
November 10, 2025 at 6:20 AM
Iron pig of the day.
November 10, 2025 at 12:52 AM
Some blooms for you.
November 10, 2025 at 12:50 AM
The newspaper.
November 9, 2025 at 4:45 PM
The egg.
November 9, 2025 at 4:43 PM
The morning, 6:00 A.M.
November 9, 2025 at 4:42 PM
The dog.
November 9, 2025 at 4:41 PM