Henry Miller had written about his city, and Francis Lenôtre too had known happy days in his birthplace. The street was calm, a few children were playing near the school, a familiar sight. Francis closed the door, turned slowly round holding his light suitcase in a firm hand. The metro station was ten minutes walk … Continue reading Departure
The old man looked out of the window into the familiar expense of the suburban garden, taking in the brightness of the tulips, the now fading bluebells and the impertinent grass, absurdly green. What a contrast with the arid plateau at the foot of the mesa! There, on his desk, near the photograph of the assembled family - the … Continue reading The Guardian Angel
Amnesia is the absence of memories, or the inability to recall them. In his book "Rue des Boutiques Obscures" (translated as Missing Person), the French novelist, and 2014 Literature Nobel prize winner , Patrick Modiano tells the story of a man who has forgotten all about his past, and indeed lost even his identity. His slow … Continue reading Amnesia #AtoZAprilChallenge
Today, a very good friend of mine, in real life as well as in cyberspace, quitted her Facebook account, which she created in 2009. She said to me she no longer had time to keep her page up to date, even to the minimum level that would be of interest to her "friends". And she … Continue reading As a #writer, is #Facebook useful to me?
A flight of seagulls, dubious crows observing, Pale blue sky, paper-white clouds And that light in the bare branches: Time for a new chapter...
"Roberto Bolaño" by Farisori - Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Commons. From the Golden Fleece to The Two Towers, from the Holy Grail to Heart of Darkness, great works of world's literature are often stories of quests. So goes for Roberto Bolaño's masterpiece, The Savage Detectives, which follows two young poets, Arturo Belano … Continue reading The search for Cesárea, a #reading of “The Savage Detectives”, Roberto Bolaño
Share a time when you were overcome with guilt. What were the circumstances? How did you overcome you guilt? I opened the door, the light came in, there was nowhere to hide. Was it fair to show you the way? Was it right to seize that instant, the beauty of that second in our lives? … Continue reading The Guilt that Haunts Me #DailyPrompt
I know this work is far from being completed, let alone publishable. Friends have, politely, ignored invites to comment, always a bad sign... Yet I am reluctant to scrap, while accepting that making this good would require a lot of effort, probably more so than it took to scribble in the first place. What hope … Continue reading Edit, Rewrite, or… Scrap: #Writer’s dilemma #amwriting
From Julian Barnes' "Flaubert's Parrot", chapter 9, The Flaubert Apocrypha. His Autobiography: "One day, if I write my memoirs - the only thing I shall write well, if ever I put myself to the task of doing it - you will find a place in them, and what a place! For you have blown a … Continue reading The books Gustave Flaubert never wrote #WritersWednesday
I quote verbatim from a letter received from Julian (RIP). No, my once dear Honoré, you did not have to do it, and I don't believe a word from you about "being sorry". The truth, from my perspective anyway, is that you satisfied your petty jealousy, your ambition to have my beautiful wife - and, … Continue reading A character’s right to reply #amwriting