[Fiction] What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence Adjust Share By John Edgar Wideman, This article is only available as a PDF to subscribers. Download PDF More from John Edgar Wideman Maps and Ledgers My first year teaching at the university my father killed a man. I’m ashamed to say I don’t remember the man’s name, though I recall the man a good buddy… JB & FD (1) To need his glasses and be struck by an awareness that they are not at hand, an ordinary enough circumstance for Frederick Douglass, except sometimes it’s accompanied by a… Williamsburg Bridge To be absolutely certain I rode the F train from my relatively quiet Lower East Side neighborhood to 34th Street and set myself adrift in the crowds around Penn Station… Adjust Share Close < Previous Issue | View All Issues | Next Issue > December 2003 < Previous Issue | View All Issues | Next Issue > Table of Contents Close