Magnificent Octopus

We'll just pause the second crash for a moment to go back and think about the old woman who crashed into the big van earlier on. She...

There's a review I read over a year ago about a book I'd never heard of that struck a chord. It had taken months from the time I...

He tossed the book away and turned over to lie on his back. France was to blame. Yes, France was most definitely to blame. He was never li...

Then he'd gotten back up, and walked some more. For hours. [...] He only stopped when he'd met himself again. The Armand who...

C: Ann thought it was a great project, more perverse than just having an affair. She thinks it'd make a good book! When Dick calls shall...

I'm not sure why I decided to read Mary Karr's The Liar's Club — tragically depressing memoir is not my go-to genre. Of course,...

"Melancholia, as you call it, germinates in the mind, but blossoms in the body." The Therapist by Nial Giacomelli is a slim novel...

we don't do much ourselves but fuck and think of the haunting Métro and the ones who didn't show up there while we were waiting ...

Blue had bought Lecia and me each a doll, curly-headed, near as tall as ourselves. Lecia's was blond, mine black-headed. Under the sedan...

Often people even say: "There's a plot for one of your novels," as if I went around in search of plots for novels and not in s...

He lives in Germany (he says), but will be here on business this week. We've been messaging for over a year, but we've never met fac...

Each of them had his own special relationship to mirrors. The one suffering from a broken heart could gaze at his reflection for many long h...

I feel compelled to put closure on this book (possibly on this year of love) — My Year of Love , by Paul Nizon. Published in 1981, it has th...

Sometimes, as if carelessly, Michel's and Louise's looks met. The warned each other not to stay too long. In fact, their eyes touche...

Today we arrived in Prague. We made our way from the airport to downtown via public transport. We found our hotel. The only mission for th...

I leaned over and kissed him. Ruben's lips parted, barely, but then he pushed me away. "What is it?" I asked. "I saw ...

I feel somewhat blocked lately, in writing and reading. I tell myself it's because I'm busy with work, I'm still adjusting to my...

I think that in my case the erotic awareness of life, or, rather, its awakening coincided with the awakening of my urge to write; the two oc...

Apodicticity She said it apodictically, without directly addressing anyone, so that one was faced with the alternative of either saying n...

I went out into the undimmed, Katherine-Mortenhoe-dancing-down-the-street-morning. Spring. That day spring was special. Not just a matter ...