In Falconetti Drinks the Water of Anguish,  by Garrett Saleen,  Rene Falconetti is dying. An expatriate of Paris living and working in Rio de Janerio, Falconetti reminisces on her life as an underappreciated theater actress. This story is good. It is beautifully written, non-linear, and sad. Here's a line: "The landscape passes like a dream—everything is wet … Continue reading weekend reading →