Magnificent Octopus

Bulgarian edition, 1990 This book is funny and messed with my mind in a most wonderful way. I have no idea what to make of it, and I love...

It has been many an age more since the crowds called for a liar. Mine is a lost art, and I shall be grateful to share it with thee." He...

Mujer Saljendo del Psicoanalista , Remedios Varo In Mexico City they somehow wandered into an exhibition of paintings by the beautiful Sp...

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to t...

But I get this feeling — It is a feeling that our emotions, while wonderful, are transpiring in a vacuum, and I think it boils down to the...

Today I caught La Biennale de Montréal 2016 on its last day at the Musée d’art contemporain de Montréal , themed Le Grand Balcon , inspired ...

Most psychic abilities are caused by a simple lack of temporal focus, and the mind of Agnes Nutter was so far adrift in Time that she was co...

An excerpt from All This Can Happen produced by Siobhan Davies Dance , based on Robert Walser's 1917 novella The Walk . (Discovered via...

The sensation of being homesick for a place that is not my home while being right in the middle of it [...] which reminds me of anoth...

Mystery lingered in the air like the scent of a scorched book. As a teenager I tried reading H.P. Lovecraft — my big brother wouldn't sh...

Once, after she'd been introduced to the tape recorder in our apartment and told that you could play back a text or a piece of music, sh...

According to the back cover copy of my trashy-looking mass market paperback (exactly as pictured here), The Accomplices is Simenon's p...

About a year ago now I was packing up house. I whittled down my possessions to those I truly wanted to possess, those that I would freely in...

"The water's boiling." Her voice had no weight to it, like feathers. It was neither gloomy nor absent-minded, as might be expe...

For a book purportedly about a library, The Invisible Library , by Genevieve Cogman, has very little librarying going on here. "I and ...

Yesterday for lunch I went to the bookstore. Food for thought, food for the soul. Usually I just like to browse, just being in a bookstore b...

If my library were peopled with creatures rather than books, it would house polar bear memoirists, insurgent dogs, poetry-spurting robots,...

Wolfgang's mouth smelled of lies. There are different sorts of lies, and each one has its own smell. This particular lie smelled of susp...

I don't know how to say what I have to say to you. If I say, "I find that my choice is whether to not be or to be," it'll ...

In the summer of '94 I was passing through Wrocław. A friend of mine from Kraków was in town, and we arranged to meet one afternoon in t...