“You must be Gul Bahar.” General Khan chuckled. “I see why the name stuck.” He spoke in Dari. Fazl, Khan’s translator, hung by his shoulder. “If you wore a turban, you’d be a beautiful Afghan boy.” George coughed, glancing sidelong at Kris. He knew just enough Farsi, the Iranian version of Dari, to parse […]
Historical Fiction. What do you think of when you picture that genre? Far-away times? Distant generations? Events where there couldn’t possibly be an emotional connection to you at all, other than the intrigue of a historian? What does it mean to write recent history? Contemporary fiction is defined, as a genre, […]
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