She only wished to prove to herself she was once more on a train going somewhere' A tender story of devotion, resentment and ennui from the Pulitzer Prize-winning writer.
Sadder than salad. From apples to artichokes, these glittering, fragmented, painterly portraits of food by the avant-garde pioneer Gertrude Stein are redolent of sex, laughter and the joy of everyday life.
Summer was drawing to a close, and I realized that the book was monstrous.' These labyrinthine short stories dissolve the boundary between reality and illusion and describe the limits of infinity.
The illegible signature of teetering disaster' Three great stories - The Aurelian, Signs and Symbols and Lance - the last both a derisive attack on science-fiction and an attempt to imagine the real pain and horror that would accompany space travel.
Like rotting stakes in a forest clearing' The great journalist of conflict in the Third World finds an even stranger and more exotic society in his own home of post-War Poland.
Now Brando looked at people with assurance, and with what can only be called a pitying expression, as though he dwelt in spheres of enlightenment where they, to his regret, did not.' This mesmerizing profile of an insecure, vulnerable young Marlon Brando, brooding in a Kyoto hotel during a break from f ...Show more
Do I wish to keep up with the times? No. My wish simply is to live my life as fully as I can' The great American poet, novelist and environmental activist argues for a life lived slowly.
Forget all your fears now. Have a fling this night' Untrustworthy, charming Fussy Joe spins stories and breaks hearts in this rollicking story set in the 'sensational city' of 1960s Lagos.
The morning became a long, drawn-out afternoon that became depthless night dawning innocently through the house' Tales of desire and madness from this giant of Brazilian literature.
As you are well aware, we never loved each other in your lifetime. Both of us pretended.' Simenon explores the complexity of parent child relationships and the bitterness of things left unsaid in this stark, confessional piece.
His hand sought the adjacent flesh and sorrow paralleled desire in the immense complexity of love.' These moving stories by one of the great masters of Southern gothic portray love, sorrow and our search for happiness and understanding.
Of course, no one would want to say anything about a girl like this that's missing . . . ' Malice, paranoia and creeping dread lie beneath the surface of ordinary American life in these chilling miniature masterworks of unease.