The Tiger’s Wife


“’You must be joking,’ he said. ‘Look around. Think for a moment. It’s the middle of the night, not a soul anywhere. In this city, at this time. Not a dog in the gutter. Empty. Except for this elephant—and you’re going to tell your idiot friends about it? Why? Do you think they’ll understand it? Do you think it will matter to them?’”

The Tiger’s Wife, p. 55
By Téa Obreht
Published 2011