Magnificent Octopus

I enjoyed Subtly Worded , by Teffi, and more so because of book club, but probably more for its value as a historical oddity than on its lit...

She... and here I rear back and halt myself, ashamed, prufrocked into a sudden pudeur , for, after all, how should I presume? Shall I say, ...

Propagating at a significant fraction of the speed of light, a frisson of alarm travelled the length of the Atlantic Space Elevator, like th...

I googled "written on the body" and down that rabbit hole I discovered Shirin Neshat . Shirin Neshat is an Iranian-born visual a...

"There is no self and other," she said, laughing into the mouth of death, the blue light at her temple gleaming laser-like into th...

"Who's that you're talking to? Who is it you're calling to the table?" "Why you, Granny. And you, Grandpa....

When a door closes, a window opens. Mmm, he's not bad looking, I think to myself. Maybe I should have an affair with him. He smiles...

I'm still trying to wrap my head around Lidia Yuknavitch's The Book of Joan . I thought I didn't like it much — I want to say it...

I've been thinking a lot about love lately. Here's an explication of the idea of love: What do we mean by love anymore? Love is n...

To be human the film suggested, was to step into the full flurry and motion of all humanity: to bear the weight of circumstances without fli...

Today I read the saddest poem, flipping through journals at the magazine shop. It brought tears to my eyes. I stopped breathing, and my hear...

My vacation reading went off the rails pretty early on. The book I was reading in Edinburgh was set in Edinburgh , but as soon as we settled...

Electronic music had just begun to appear at that time — Pierre Schaeffer, Klaus Schulze — an abstract music of galactic desolation that enr...

One aspect of Vipassana still bothered him, indeed had come to bother him more and more, to the point where he was now ready to stop meditat...

Spotted underground: I suppose storage services have been around for some time, but this ad brings a fresh perspective. My daughter is co...

Skulk turned right onto the Mile, up for a couple of hundred metres and then left, onto the George IV Bridge above the dark chasm of the Cow...

From the entry concerning the secrets of St. Bartholomew's the Greater, featuring bad puns and briny floods and heralded as a rare survi...

Juhan was wearing skinny black jeans, a black T-shirt, and a massive black leather jacket with jangly silver zippers, which hung from his sh...

 Edinburgh rain was like a judgement. It soaked into the bones, into the structures of the buildings, into the memories of the tourists. It...

13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl , by Mona Awad, is a breezy read that becomes profoundly sad the instant you step back from it. The novel...