Susan Daitch on Natan Mendelson, Jef de Wulf and Mazarin
Where do you put that memory as you sit in a café in Dizengoff Street, when it taps you on the shoulder and asks if this seat is taken?
Read MoreWit, Sarcasm, Satire
The Dud Avocado follows the period young Sally Gorce chooses an expat existence in Paris over college...
Read MoreChawles and the Cormorants by A. Conan Doyle, M.B., C.M.
With these impedimenta carefully corded up in a strong deal box I felt myself equal to any photographic emergency...
Read MoreLiterature Direct Publishing
Unlike the ancient Odyssey or the modernist Ulysses, the epic work that is Amazon delivers immediate gratification to all customers...
Read MoreAndre Gerard’s Sleuthing Delights
The biggest delight of my Conan Doyle sleuthing may well be a false clue, even if the facts are not in doubt...
Read MoreAwash With Forgeries
The art work in fiction is less likely to be the basis for some epiphany than to be a MacGuffin...
Read More“Play that thing, Jazz band!”
To experience a version of the cool exhilaration of a mid-twentieth-century American jazz night, one might start by listening to an iconic Miles Davis recording...
Read MoreLa Fontaine’s Fable by Douglas Penick
It is the Donkey’s acceptance and internalisation of the judgement from on high that is so shockingly modern as it prefigures the mentality of victims in witch hunts, show trials, struggle sessions and other kinds of brain washing...
Read MoreOut of Sebald’s Sequence by Greg Gerke
It seems there are some writers who teach you how to write and there are others who teach you what to write about...
Read MoreInfinite Edits
Michael Pietsch and David Foster Wallace’s collaboration on Infinite Jest highlights the intervenient role of the editor as the mediator between the author and the reader, or the author and the publisher...
Read MoreJoe Linker on Eli S. Evans
We find ourselves in New Hampshire, or Mexico, driving about, or at home, and writing and thinking ahead...
Read MoreAndre Gerard on Thomas Love Peacock
Who knew that William Bankes was an amateur of Thomas Love Peacock! Perhaps I should have...
Read MoreThe tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
Read MoreThe thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
Read MoreI spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
Read MoreThe tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
Read MoreThe thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
Read MoreI spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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