Category Archives: Dreaming on Paper

Geography is My Major

For over a year—since her husband passed away—Florence had lived alone in her Yonkers apartment overlooking the wide, silent Hudson River. She had her plants, her books, her piano. All in all, she felt she had done a good job … Continue reading

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Postmodernism’s Smoking Circuits

Preparing the syllabi for my courses. The hardest is the one for a “special topics” course called “Unclassifiables,” for which I am entirely to blame. I thought it might be fun to do a survey of books that bend and … Continue reading

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Everything to Live For — I

Tell me: how would you feel if you saw yourself hanging by the neck from a crossbeam? How would you feel, confronted by those gasping dull eyes, that hanging slack jaw, that skin gone a pale shade of yellowish-gray, those … Continue reading

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Under Less-Than-Ideal Circumstances

Hungarian author and screenwriter János Székely (1901-1958) who wrote under the ironic (as you’ll see) name “John Pen,” would leave his New York City apartment mornings for aimless walks during the course of which he would be seen by passersby … Continue reading

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