Category Archives: fiction

Jacob’s Room

excerpt from Chapter IV of Jacob’s Room by Virginia Woolf

Jacob’s Room

excerpt from Chapter IV of Jacob’s Room by Virginia Woolf

William Gaddis – The Recognitions

There was the moon, reaching a still arm behind him, to the bed where he had lain. He stood there unsteady in the cold, mumbling syllables which almost resolved into her name, as though he could recall, and summon back,

William Gaddis – The Recognitions

There was the moon, reaching a still arm behind him, to the bed where he had lain. He stood there unsteady in the cold, mumbling syllables which almost resolved into her name, as though he could recall, and summon back,

Dostoevsky – The Idiot

Han’s Holbien’s painting, Christ’s Body in the Tomb had a major impact on Dostoevsky, and the painting became very inspirational to his writing The Idiot. The painting is discussed twice in the novel, and a reproduction of the painting is

Dostoevsky – The Idiot

Han’s Holbien’s painting, Christ’s Body in the Tomb had a major impact on Dostoevsky, and the painting became very inspirational to his writing The Idiot. The painting is discussed twice in the novel, and a reproduction of the painting is

Samuel Beckett – on Sisyphus

“I do not think even Sisyphus is required to scratch himself, or to groan, or to rejoice, as the fashion is now, always at the same appointed places. And it may even be they are not too particular about the

Samuel Beckett – on Sisyphus

“I do not think even Sisyphus is required to scratch himself, or to groan, or to rejoice, as the fashion is now, always at the same appointed places. And it may even be they are not too particular about the

George Saunders – Escape from Spiderhead

“Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day’s end. They were manifesting as the earth’s bright colored nerve endings, the sun’s descent urging them into activity, filling them

George Saunders – Escape from Spiderhead

“Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day’s end. They were manifesting as the earth’s bright colored nerve endings, the sun’s descent urging them into activity, filling them

Lydia Davis – The End of the Story

Recently finished reading Lydia Davis’ novel, The End of the Story. The novel is about a narrator attempting to recount an experience of love she shared with a man, years previously. As the narrator carries us through the story, we

Lydia Davis – The End of the Story

Recently finished reading Lydia Davis’ novel, The End of the Story. The novel is about a narrator attempting to recount an experience of love she shared with a man, years previously. As the narrator carries us through the story, we

Getting to Know Your Body – Lydia Davis

Getting to Know Your Body If your eyeballs move, this means that you’re thinking, or about to start thinking.      If you don’t want to be thinking at this particular moment, try to keep your eyeballs still. Source: Davis,

Getting to Know Your Body – Lydia Davis

Getting to Know Your Body If your eyeballs move, this means that you’re thinking, or about to start thinking.      If you don’t want to be thinking at this particular moment, try to keep your eyeballs still. Source: Davis,