In “Hills Like White Elephants,” I tell class, the unspoken is abortion, then recite the prayer in “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place”: “Our nada . . .”   In the drug movie, victim flies planes for the cartel, then starts to skim. Victim: “Cut me some slack?” Carlos looks him in the face. Nada.   One of my students […]

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