Magnificent Octopus

I read this great sentence the other day, about cats, but I can't find it. And I don't even know if I read it yesterday or if it was...

Ah, speaking to me and to you is being mute. Speaking to the God is the mutest that exists. Speaking to things, is mute. I know this sounds ...

Because inside myself I saw what hell is like. Hell is the mouth that bites and eats the living flesh with its blood, and the one being ea...

The door no longer creaked as it had done in her father's time; it opened quietly, but she was immediately and simultaneously aware of b...

Reading The Passion According to G.H. (Clarice Lispector) is an exhausting, but thoroughly rewarding, experience. I'm not sure I can ma...

The old woman, who was frightened of all machines, found a curious way of making the acquaintance of the refrigerator. She discovered that t...

What is there to forgive? [Whom is she addressing as "my love"? Her lover? The reader? The cockroach? The maid?] G.H. is compe...

At long last I've returned to Clarice Lispector's The Passion According to G.H. This book deserves focus, which I feel I can now gi...

I didn't realize it at the time, I told myself, but Ange's shadow was already very discreetly darkening this room where the three of...

"This is all intolerable," I say. I fall to my knees by the bed. I bury my burning face in the mattress, pressing Ange's han...

"I don't like the fact that eventually every conversation between Catholic Poles and Jews goes back to events from almost seventy y...

I went looking for a fragment of one poem, but found something else entirely. And when it comes to poetry, it's usually just as well. ...

The Goldens all told stories about themselves, stories in which essential information about origins was either omitted or falsified. I liste...

I am not a politician, nor am I an economist. I am a scientist. But it seems appropriate to hypothesize here that a future where life-extens...

It was deadly quiet in the S-train care because almost all the passengers were surfing on their smartphones and iPads. Some were enthusiasti...

The first few years of Helena's life, I used to imagine her dying. All the time. It was exhausting. Not senseless, horrific deaths, exac...

Theodor W. Adorno I am reminded of Theodor W. Adorno: "The highest form of morality is not to feel at home in your own home." Y...

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...