Dec 9, 2008 | Fiction |
I smiled at her, surprised, flattered, befuddled, slid my cup and my little coffee pot toward my end of the table, pulled my plate of cheese and meats toward me to give her more room. I was just about to attack my soft-boiled egg, but there was no hurry, no hurry....
Dec 9, 2008 | Fiction |
…people are different from animals because they can have pictures on the screens in their heads of things which they are not looking at. They can have pictures of someone in another room. Or they can have a picture of what is going to happen tomorrow. Or they...
Dec 1, 2008 | Fiction |
The television was showing the same American series we ourselves were watching in the Schweinfurth’s living room, such that, as I stood at the window, the image and the sound of the American series reached me simultaneously, but from two different sources,...
Nov 14, 2008 | Fiction |
“Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky, then sink in the west, and something breaks inside you and dies. You throw your plough aside and, your head completely empty of thought, you begin walking toward the west. Heading toward a...
Nov 10, 2008 | Fiction |
He opened the book at random, or so he believed, but a book is like a sandy path that keeps the indent of footsteps. He had read from this one to Sam several times during the last two years, but the footsteps of his own childhood had dug deeper and the book opened on...
Oct 28, 2008 | Fiction |
It surprised him, as though, in penetrating a familiar cave, on some holiday at the sea, he had observed on a familiar rock the primeval painting of a human face which he had always mistaken before for a chance pattern of fungi. And now you could read... The Human...
