By Night In Chile

By Night In Chile

Every now and then, Farewell burst into excessively sonorous laughter. At each of these guffaws, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He looked like the god Pan, or Bacchus in his den, or some demented Spanish conquistador ensconced in a southern fort. The...
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter

The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter

He felt they were laughing at him. Confusion caused him to forget what he had meant to say. The room was full of dark, strange faces and the air was too thick to breathe. He saw a door and staggered across to it. He was in a dark closet smelling of medicine. Then his...
The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

From the Veranda of the Room of the Last Chrysanthemum at the MagistracyThe Ninth Day of the Ninth Month Gulls wheel through spokes of sunlight over gracious roofs and dowdy thatch, snatching entrails at the marketplace and escaping over cloistered gardens,...
Rabbit, Run

Rabbit, Run

“Couldya fill it up with regular?” The man starts to pump it in and Rabbit gets out of the car and goes around to the back and asks, “How far am I from Brewer?” The farmer looks up with a look of curt distrust from listening to the gas gurgle....
South of the Border, West of the Sun

South of the Border, West of the Sun

“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...