Why should I miss the dirty icicle in La Femme de Gilles , when I can still see “long, black snow-covered hedges” and that “heap of stones...

Walking down the street to the cinema with them she is still the mistress of the unknowing: “in spite of the weight of her [pregnant] bell...

On page fourteen of the Northwestern University Press edition of Madeleine Bourdouxhe’s La Femme de Gilles , 1937, tr. Faith Evans, the fe...

Coming off Jean-Paul Richter last year into Heimito von Doderer’s The Merowingians, or, the Total Family , 1962, tr. Vinal Overing Binner,...

Playing his piano, Norwid’s Chopin manifests the perfection that Poland is unable to realise; the completeness of Pericles, or of Orpheus ...

Each century provides us with new things to conceal, A territory that offers no purchase to the curious eye of affection, Overgrown wit...

Only the men remaining, able to breathe in peace, each on his own centre in integrated morning mood, the party held together by the cerem...