Jul 11, 2009 | Fiction |
‘How old are you?’ ‘Nine and a bit.’ ‘Which would you prefer, a piece of chocolate or a book?’ ‘A book.’ ‘Indeed? Splendid! So that’s your reason for standing here?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Why...
Jul 10, 2009 | Fiction |
‘Show me a crux and I’ll show you the cracks,’ said the tightly furled man. ‘You’re not talking to squares now, darling. Don’t try to slide by on crossword puzzles and ninety-nine-year leases. The blank spaces are bigger than...
Jul 8, 2009 | Fiction |
Therefore I shall devote myself, my time, my energy, my talents, to the service of South Africa. I shall no longer ask myself if this or that is expedient, but only if it is right. I shall do this, not because I am noble or unselfish, but because life slips away, and...
Jun 29, 2009 | Fiction |
– I’ve spoken to Mary, he said to me. She and I agree that it’s more important to speak the truth than to make money. Harrison laughed at that, but cut himself short, remembering the sadness of the occasion. My son John was there, he said, looking at...
Jun 24, 2009 | Fiction |
Jachin-Boaz traded in maps. He bought and sold maps, and some, of certain kinds for special uses, he made or had others make for him. That had been his father’s trade, and the walls of the shop that had been his father’s were hung with glazed blue oceans,...
Jun 22, 2009 | Fiction |
Because the white man has power, we too want power, he said. But when a black man gets power, when he gets money, he is a great man if he is not corrupted. I have seen it often. He seeks power and money to put right what is wrong, and when he gets them, why, he enjoys...
