Recent Work By Deborah Reed



Annie lifts her father’s old binoculars off the porch. Out past the cornfield a lime-colored pickup idles in the fog of Mrs. Lanie’s tangelo grove next door. The driver’s side hangs open, but no one is behind the wheel. Clutter juts from the truck bed, vapor rises from the tailpipe. Annie knows most of Mrs. Lanie’s pickers, but she doesn’t know this truck.

During this interview in Portland, Oregon, it was not raining. Audrey ordered the Foie Gras and Steak Tartare. Deborah sipped ice water and ate mild cheese from the south of France—the only cheese on the menu. She looked away when the raw egg jiggled atop Audrey’s Tartare.