In his day William Somerset Maugham, who grew up poor, was the wealthiest writer in England. His novel, Of Human Bondage, was a literary masterpiece as were many of his unforgettable short stories.
Eighty year-old Morris Abrams can talk perfectly well but prefers not to, while Maureen Crowley prepares for an elaborate wedding she has no intentions of attending. What’s going on here?
No American author has ever duplicated the distinctive ‘voice’ or sensibilities of the Armenian-American short story writer, William Saroyan.
Screwie Louie, the fourteen-pound Lhasa apso, is the perfect sounding board for Otis Sander’s misanthropic pronouncements regarding a world gone ever so slightly berserk.
The German author, Hermann Hesse, who was all the rage during the ‘peace, love and groovy’ psychedelic sixties, resides in relative obscurity today. Whatever happened?
Ted’s wife, Sally, is a bleeding-heart liberal who suffers from a terminal case of Trump derangement syndrome; his daughter is a bra-burning feminazi who can’t hold a steady job for two months back to back. What to do?
Ask any self-respecting Frenchman who the best short story writer is and invariably they will answer Guy de Maupassant.
The Anderson Public Library employee manual strongly discourages office romances but the nerdy reference librarian, Madeline Horowitz, has fallen in love with Jerome McNulty, the chief administrator, and won’t be denied.
Try to describe a short story by the turn-of-the-century English writer, A. E. Coppard, and you will fall flat on your face. Nobody can.
Russians joke that Lubyanka, the Soviet prison, is the tallest building in Moscow since Siberia can quite easily be seen from its basement.
If Guy de Maupassant was the greatest French short story writer, then Anton Chekhov was surely the master’s Russian counterpart.
Mavis Calhoun, who works the cash register at the Shop Rite Supermarket, is going to teach Harry Wong Smith the fine points of Rumi’s mystical poetry and common decency.
Can a teenager write better fiction than a seasoned academic with a dozen published works and national reputation?
Ellen Glasgow, Southern writer and champion of women’s rights, was one of the finest novelist of the early twentieth century.
Dora's face exudes an unfinished blankness - as though God had become distracted and wandered away from the wet canvas before completing a meager handful of details. Not that any of this makes a difference to lovelorn Harry Jankowski.