Landmarks
I am wary of the dangers of fetishizing dialect and archaism – all that mollocking and sukebinding Stella Gibbons spoofed so brilliantly in Cold Comfort Farm (1932). Wary, too, of being seen to advocate a tyranny of the nominal – a taxonomic need to point and name,...
The Rings Of Saturn
Words and sentences seem covered in mildew.
The Furious Passage of James Baldwin
He was about ten, and puny for his age, when two Harlem patrolmen stopped him in an empty lot. Smug in their bias, snug in it, they amused themselves with speculation on his ancestry and probably sexual prowess while they frisked him. They him flat on his back....
Friends Within The Darkness
I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music