Category Archives: fiction
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,
Franz Kafka – The Burrow
“I live in peace in the inmost chamber of my house, and meanwhile the enemy may be burrowing his way slowly and stealthily straight toward me.” “And if a serious attack were attempted, what pattern of entrance at all would
Franz Kafka – The Burrow
“I live in peace in the inmost chamber of my house, and meanwhile the enemy may be burrowing his way slowly and stealthily straight toward me.” “And if a serious attack were attempted, what pattern of entrance at all would
view from a burrow 