Fiction
Summer 1953
Two Recent Travelers
Ataturk in bumpy stone or marble, a seated pose, bitterly earned pomposity, a sort of athlete-deputy from the East; or reckless on horseback in the new squares, streaky, brigandish, a […]
Nonfiction
Autumn 1953
“Finally…”¹
(Translated by Elizabeth Hardwick and John McCormick) “. . . . . Finally a great work of art will always find its true place in History and in the collective […]