An Elderly Lady is Up to No Good (stories) by Helene Tursten How to Pronounce Knife (stories) by Souvankham Thammavongsa Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner Thirteen Ways of looking (stories) by Colum McCann Sorry for your trouble (stories) by Richard Ford The Beach by Lena Lencek and Gideon Bosker Your Duck is My Duck(…)
The Small House in Allington by Anthony Trollope Agent Running in the Field by John le Carré Lemon Red by Cralan Kelder Sometimes you have to Lie: The Life and Times of Louise Fitzhugh by Leslie Brody Call for the Dead by John le Carre Department of Speculation by Jenny Offill Troubles by J.G.Farrell (…)
Second email: Viewed on the morning of 11/24/2020. Have not mentioned its content to a living soul. Not only due to the warning therein, but because a) chances are it’s a ruse, b) I don’t want to worry anyone. (If it’s the end, its the end.) Have, however, contacted the FBI online in which a(…)
In the Ravine and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov A Delicate Truth by John le Carre The Kiss and the Duel by Anton Chekhov A Way in the World by V.S. Naipaul In a Free State by V.S. Naipaul The Enigma of Arrival by V.S. Naipaul Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham Plain Tales(…)
In Morocco by Edith Wharton The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene The Third Man by Graham Greene Arabs by Tim Mackintosh-Smith The Longest Journey by E.M.Forster No Room in the Arc by Alan Moorehead One’s Company by Peter Fleming A Tale of Love and Darkness by Amos Oz Smoke by Ivan Turgenev The(…)
Belly of the Beast by Emile Zola The Artist of Disappearance by Anita Desai The Way of All Flesh by Samuel Butler John Buchan Stories by John Buchan Christmas Days by Jeanette Winterson The Comedians by Graham Greene The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf The Living Room by Graham Greene The Destruction and Other Stories(…)
During the span of a significant birthday a few days ago, I was spoon fed several tablespoons of hard to swallow gloop: First tablespoon. Lydmilla phoned with good wishes, also explained: “At your age there are no prints left on the tips of your fingers.” I hadn’t known this. Second tablespoonful. Richie phoned with congratulations,(…)
If any loquacity remains in my life’s stockpile, it hasn’t been diminished during these months in quarantine, the quarter of a year that got tagged onto concurring years of (mostly supine) solitary living. As it’s happened, I’m almost mute. Or have been muted. I don’t know why, nor by what and don’t even mind. Truth(…)
“One wants to be the needle in the haystack. Not the haystack.” – Don Draper One sister wants to be the needle. The other sister doesn’t want to be either one. My friend DE would prefer being the needle. Me? I would like to be the haystack.
“For people of my age,” she thinks, “the places that they truly loved and to which they once belonged are no longer there. The places of their childhood and youth have ceased to exist … And if their outer form has been preserved, it’s all the more painful, like a shell with nothing inside(…)
