Boris Fishman

Boris Fishman lives in New York and has written for the New Yorker, among other high-end papers.

Behold the Immigrant Male, North American edition. He is a horror: a debauchee who pleads with a 16-year-old girl to let him ‘see’; a sweaty, smelly, barbaric impostor among his pale-faced countrymen; a scar across their smooth sense of progress and reason, their ‘state of permanent denial of the bad smells from sewers, infested slums, unheated apartments, single mothers on...

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