A Confederacy of Dunces

A Confederacy of Dunces

“Where are you going now?” “Mr. Mancuso and his aunt, they gonna pick me up in a few minutes. We going down by Fazzio’s to bowl.” “What?” Ignatius screamed. “Is that true?” “I’ll be in early. I told Mr. Mancuso I can’t stay out late. And his aunt’s a grammaw, so I...
No One Belongs Here More Than You

No One Belongs Here More Than You

The Shared Patio Vincent was on the shared patio. I’ll tell you about this patio. It is shared. If you look at it you will think it is only Helena and Vincent’s patio, because it begins at their back door and there is a fence around it. But when I moved in...
The Surgeon Of Crowthorne

The Surgeon Of Crowthorne

Lambeth belonged administratively, at least until 1888, to the county of Surrey – meaning that the relatively strict laws that applied to the capital’s citizens did not apply to anyone who ventured, via one of the new bridges like Waterloo, Blackfriars, Westminster or Hungerford, into the wen of Lambeth. The village thus became fast known as a site of revelry and abandon, a place where public houses and brothels and lewd theatres abounded, and where a man could find entertainment of all kinds – and disease of all varieties – for no more than a handful of pennies.