Contrapposto

Contrapposto

“You feel like drawing?” Silas asked. Rob took his notebook from the tilted shelf and arranged it on the fur-covered beanbag on the floor. He grabbed his sleeve of colored markers, lay on his stomach, and turned the notebook’s thick pages until he found a blank one....
The Garden of Forking Paths

The Garden of Forking Paths

To Victoria Ocampo In his A History of the World War (page 212), Captain Liddell Hart reports that a planned offensive by thirteen British divisions, supported by fourteen hundred artillery pieces, against the German line at Serre-Montauban, scheduled for July 24,...
The Bell

The Bell

Since her arrival at Imber she had not for one second seriously contemplated leaving. But now, driven by this fit of solipsistic melancholy one degree more desperate, she felt the need of an act: and it seemed that there was only one act which she could perform, to...
In The Heart of the Heart of the Country

In The Heart of the Heart of the Country

A PLACE So I have sailed the seas and come… to B…a small town fastened to a field in Indiana. Twice there have been twelve hundred people here to answer to the census. The town is outstandingly neat and shady, and always puts its best side to the highway. On one lawn...
The Time of Our Singing

The Time of Our Singing

At home, her worst nightmare settles in for a double feature. Her mother insists she sit down for Easter dinner. “You have a bite of my holiday ham and get something green and filling in you. Specially if you’re taking a trip.” “Mama. Please. Just this once. I’m going...