Here's just one of the many fine things about reading stories into my iPod to be read to you: I can read a story like Olesha, and stop and get all...

"Nothing but spaces of light and dark..." these peripatetic obstacles of thought made connected. That's the good stuff, Ginny, that's the stuff that...

The source of one character's restless despair is another woman's interlude between the busy minutes of other days. Then again, carried out for too...

For at least the last five or six minutes of this reading, I was stifling an enormous sneeze, which came out promptly the second I rushed to stop...

Never you mind the perceived furtive abscondence of Miette these days. I could never leave you in a state of raw list(en)lessness, that just wouldn't...

A longish truancy calls for a longish return, so this one clocks in accordingly on the longish side. Given his penchant for regular oxygen-free...

Reading the story while entertaining the dog with one hand, fumbling with papers of the evening's podCAST while trying to prevent the disruptive thud...

Babel: exposition follows drama, form follows function, violence follows funny, and sin is quickly and heartily followed by impossible Russo-Jewish...

In the dystopian fantasy of my days, we would each have our own child in the toolshed. For Ursula, of course, we need only one. Not a bad daydream,...

Why did Miette stall before posting the final chapter of Dostoevsky? Was she sad to have it end? Having second thoughts about finishing it? Did...