Quarantine Q&A: Tiphanie Yanique
Tiphanie Yanique answers 18 questions in under 3 minutes: lying to her family, alcohol, her new novel, and so much more.
Tag: Alcohol
“China Pearl” by Adam Rosen
Yuri pulled his Nissan Maxima into the shopping center and waited . . .
“One time this was fun” by Hillary Fink
I feel myself drift away. My body is no longer mine, and the words coming out of my mouth sound foreign and out of character. The car starts to pick up, and my friend’s laugh sounds as though it is light-years away, even though she is so close her hand is on top of mine . . .
“The Butcher and the American” by Andrew Cotto
The American walked the ancient Italian countryside on unsteady feet. It was a familiar path, but he had been up very, very late with guests from the States, toasting to liberal optimism with liberal quantities of Tuscan wine. They had, essentially, drunk all night, waiting for election results from the States, which didn’t report until three a.m. Italian time that Barack Obama had become the forty-fourth president of the United States . . .
“Johnny Was” by George Dimos
Johnny was barely fourteen when he started drinking . . .
“8 Up” by Mori Glaser
Inkspot Hurricane’s eyes light up when I walk in. We go way back—I used to play music to his poetry on the folk scene. He was a slight man with a big voice, called Inkspot after the singing group, good name for a poet. I don’t recall how Hurricane came about . . .
“On Holiday” by Jennifer Schaefer
In her poky hotel bathroom, Sallie filled up a glass with water from the sink. It wasn’t until she’d swallowed the pill—some generic form of Valium—that she stopped to wonder if the water was okay to drink. Oh well, she thought as she stepped into her red bikini bottoms. Too late now . . .
“Intuitive” by Carolyn Smuts
Psychics are fake. They are lying bullshitters who make a buck conning the stupid and the naïve. I’m no psychic. He thinks I’m intuitive. I’m not; he’s just a drunk . . .