I haven’t been in Fulton, Kentucky, for more than 30 years. It’s very likely a pretty nice town. Even then, in July 1966, the night of the unpleasantness, there were at least three mighty fine people living there. That’s how we managed to get out with no more physical damage than a few bumps and bruises. And of course, a ruined truck.

A new, expanded e-book edition of the book that The New York Times Book Review described as a “frequently powerful collection of short stories” of Latin America that “leaves us thoroughly wrung out — and aware that we are in the presence of a formidable new writer.”