Confessions of a hair-based hustler, how geography is the chessboard of history, the invisible injuries of soldiers, on the particular pleasures of walking through the Prado each day, and more.
Vijai Maheshwari | Narratively | 13th May 2021 | U
Confessions of a hair-based hustler. A writer, laid off from a Ukrainian magazine in a recession, becomes a supplier of Russian hair to New York wigmakers. This hair is "very blond and displayed in glass vitrines, like cold cuts at a deli". The men who deal in it love to stroke it. Briefly, he corners the market, before a revolution takes the hair export business mainstream and leaves him behind (5,167 words)
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