March 1, 1966
Matilde Arcángel
Not long ago in Corazón de María there lived a father and a son known as the hermits, maybe because they were both named Emeterio, one Emeterio Cedillo and the […]
March 1, 1966
Diseases of the Heart
Many years ago a Filipino intern sat down at the hospital bedside of Charlie Armbruster the advertising man and asked, “How much each day you drink?” Looking into the black, […]
March 1, 1966
House of the Blues
Walking the Pont Neuf I walked past old Vert Galant’s statue all slimy green wet in the rain–but he’s brass and won’t get warped like a guitar will, or melt, […]
January 1, 1966
The Singer
Thank you, Reverend Bullard. Your introduction was exaggerated, of course, but I won’t say it made me mad. Ladies and gentlemen, I want to say first what splendid work your […]
October 1, 1965
Sappho in Wales
On the mountainside, toward the bald and stony summit, was Hilliard’s house, with a view of the sea. A quarter of a mile away, along a rough track and a […]
October 1, 1965
On the Island
After dinner the Driscolls sat for awhile with Mr. Soo, by the big windows looking out and down over the bay. There was nothing to close: they were just great […]
July 1, 1965
At the Seminary
Mr. Downey left the expressway at the right exit, but ten minutes later he was lost. His wife was sitting in the back seat of the car, her round, serious […]
July 1, 1965
The Puzzleheaded Girl
Debrett liked his job in the old-style German bank in Broad Street, but he soon saw that the partners’ sons were coming into the firm and he could not rise […]
July 1, 1965
A Short Story about Saints, Priests, Races, Etc.
Twenty Pounds of The Hexaglot Bible, VOL. V, The Gospels, Etc. hung from Stulka’s heart toward Lucid’s. “Ahungh?” asked Lucid. “The phone is for you, Francis.” Stulka was full of […]
April 1, 1965
Death Duties
Mrs. X has agreed, but, “It will be 140,000 Lire. The signora is in her third month.” This is 60,000 more than the figure she first quoted Giorgio. He is […]
April 1, 1965
No Hard Feelings
Our man Bernie Kraft, our bald, big-fat, and heavy-bearded bear of a man, comes shuffling toes-in along the hall, in his suitcoat pocket a book he’s going to talk about […]
April 1, 1965
A Fitting Tribute
I don’t ask you to believe me when I say I knew Julian Harp but I ask you to give me a hearing because in every detail the story I’m […]