The International Symposium on the Short Story, Part Four
Winter 1970
England
Nobody writes sonnets now; or, if they do, nobody reads them. Tomorrow, nobody will write short stories. Not that I have ever favored the view that the short story is […]
Nonfiction
Summer 1962
Peyrefitte
I don’t pretend to know why English language writers usually have soft centers: the peoples who, for some unfathomable reason, are known as Anglo-Saxon shrink from beholding themselves and mankind […]