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Monthly Archives: December 2013
Flight into Egypt (2), by Joseph Brodsky, translated by Seamus Heaney
In the cave—it sheltered them, at least, safer than four square-set right angles— in the cave the threesome felt secure in the reek of straw and old clobber. Straw for bedding. Outside the door, blizzard, sandstorm, howling air, Mule rubbed ox; they stirred and groaned like sand and snowflake scourged in wind. Mary prays; the […]
Janet Malcolm’s collages
Little Star continues its serendipitous series of collages by important writers (see Mark Strand, here), with a sample from a new exhibition by Janet Malcolm, showing at Lori Bookstein Fine Art from January 9 to February 8, 2014. Malcolm’s “Abyss” appears as the cover image of Little Star Weekly this week. Her new project, her […]
“Quitting Time,” by Caleb Crain
In the empty room, he slowly wiped clean the blackboard. Before he remembered that Edgar might have notes in his satchel, it was too late to look at them: a girl was hesitating in the doorway. “Come in,” said Bernard. “Where’s Mr. Price?” “He’s not feeling well.” “He’s sick,” she said, interpreting. She scooted herself […]
W. G. Sebald, Letters to a translator
Enthusiasts of the great W. G. Sebald have long enjoyed the beguiling uncertainty he invites regarding what in his works is “true” in the literal or documentary sense and what made up, and why. In a little cache of newly discovered letters we observe, second-hand, that this uncertainty presented more vexing problems for the translator. […]