Fiction
Summer 1952
Two Mortuary Sermons
My lord, it is a great art to die well, and to be learnt by men in health. —JEREMY TAYLOR I. SKIP’S DEATH Things, as Eddie would have said, were […]
Nonfiction
Spring 1951
A No to Nothing
A young man, let us call him X, is ushered unctuously LA. into the inner offices of a reputable American publisher (it could well be any major publisher). The young […]