The International Symposium on the Short Story, Part Three
Autumn/ September 1969
United States
Anything that I have to say about short stories has to be personal, at least in part. Quite impossible for me to be “objective.” Possible, though pointless it seems to […]
Nonfiction
Summer 1961
A Wreath for Garibaldi
The beginning was perfectly casual, off-hand, pleasant. We were sitting on the terrazzo of a modern Roman apartment drinking coffee and thick, sweet, bile-colored strega. It was an afternoon in […]