This Week in Short Fiction: Thus Were Their Faces by Silvina Ocampo
Probably more than anything else, sheer curiosity propels readers through [Silvina Ocampo’s] stories.
...moreProbably more than anything else, sheer curiosity propels readers through [Silvina Ocampo’s] stories.
...more1982 was a shitty year. I was 9 years old and in the 4th grade in Appleton, Wisconsin. My parents were going through a nasty divorce, the kind of thing you see on Jerry Springer.
...moreMaybe because I’m one-quarter Belgian, or so my parents claim, I tend to go out of my way to discover famous Belgians. I’m half-kidding about that but I do admit there was a brief, embarrassing period when I claimed to have Belgian Gypsy blood just like that famous jazz guitar player Django Reinhardt who was […]
...moreThere is a line of James Wright I have always loved: “Where is the sea, that once solved the whole loneliness of the Midwest?” Re-reading one of the great modern sea stories, “The Tramp Steamer’s Last Port of Call,” by the Colombian writer Alvaro Mutis, I thought of this line of Wright’s. As if loneliness […]
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