What Is The What?

What Is The What?

I realize that my mouth is soaked and the tape is no longer firmly attached. I blow, and to my surprise, the left half of the tape flaps away. I can speak if I want to speak. ‘Excuse me,’ I say. My voice is soft, much too quiet. There is no indication he hears me....
Television

Television

I examined my son’s drawings one after another. They were magnificent (and I’m not just saying that because he’s my son). The majority were executed in colored felt-tip, except one more complicated drawing that incorporated a number of substances I...
Television

Television

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....
Television

Television

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,...
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

I clicked the gate shut and slipped down the alley. Through one fence after another, I caught glimpses of people in their dining rooms and living rooms, eating and watching tv dramas. Food smells drifted into the alley through kitchen windows and extractor fans. One...