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It is at the end of the eighteenth century, in the new French Republic, when the savage is first seen outside the village of Lacaune. The boy quickly becomes a legend among the townsfolk. Is he truly a human child or a wild beast? "Wild Child" is based on the story of Victor of Aveyron, the feral child brought from the French wilderness to Paris in an attempt to civilize him. It is the story of a boy who, at the tender age of five, had his throat slit in the forest and was left for dead.

In the title story of this rich new collection, T.C. Boyle has created so vivid and original a retelling of the story of Victor, the feral boy who was captured running naked through the forests of Napoleonic France, that it becomes not just new, but definitive: yes, this is how it must have been. The tale is by turns magical and moving, a powerful investigation of what it means to be human. There is perhaps no one better than T. C. Boyle at engaging, shocking, and ultimately gratifying his readers.

In seinen neuesten Stories nimmt uns T.C. Boyle, der große Chronist der amerikanischen Seele, mit auf eine bewegte Reise in unsere unheimliche Zukunft- böser und witziger und unterhaltsamer denn je. Sind wir eigentlich noch Menschen, wenn man durch Genmanipulation perfekte Kinder aus einem Katalog zeugen kann? In dieser schönen Zukunft kann es dann auch passieren, dass der kirschrot phosphoreszierende Pitbull das klavierspielende Mikroschwein der Nachbarin zerfleischt. Wäre da nicht eine Reise in die Vergangenheit angebrachter, die nun dank der Relive Box möglich ist?

When Gerald Loomis loses his wife, friends and neighbors try to rally him with food and suggestions for pets to keep him company. But Gerald has already picked a pet, a Burmese Python he's named Siddhartha. During a cold snap, Gerald ventures out to the pet store to pick up a rat to feed Siddhartha but finds he can't follow through with letting the rat die.

Lonnie is tired. He's tired of his job, the monotony of it, and tired of the predictability ofhis home life now that he's a father. It's a day like every other day, and hecan't face the inevitability of it all. So he lies. It's a small lie, but heknows small lies become big ones. He knows it as soon as he says his daughteris in the hospital. But he can't stop himself, and he can't stop the lie fromtaking on a life of its own.