On Normance

Céline's notoriety, which began with the literary scandal of his first novel, Journey To The End Of The Night, took a more concrete turn after World War II. Having… More

On Omega Minor

History is the web of lies a society spins to give substance to its meaningless past. Omega Minor examines the big lies of the twentieth century—those of Berlin and… More

The Conqueror

My Dear Fellow CountrymenThe threads he was tying together had to do with having ambition, with the mystery inherent in that a person can be moseying along one day,… More

The Mighty Angel

It’s a frosty winter before the war. Mid-January 1932 or 1933. In the part of the world where my grandfather, Old Kubica, is right now drinking another glass of… More

The Naked Eye

An eye on film, affixed to an unconscious body. The eye sees nothing for the camera has already robbed it of vision. The gaze of the nameless lens licks… More

Normance

Telling it all after the fact . . . easier said than done! . . . much easier! . . . After all, you can still hear the echo . . . baboom!your head’s spinning . . . even seven years later . . . your mug . . .… More

Questioning Samantha

How much he’d love just to break the window so he wouldn’t have to clean it! Two days ago he’d had a conversation with the recently appointed editor of… More

How Big a Character is Xin

Between heaven and earth, the flakes of snow are fluttering and dancing, as if writing a letter . . . Oh! How big a letter! How big a book! When I was teaching… More