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The Architect

The Architect - story

Maxim Biller

When they woke up in the morning the architect was already sitting at his computer. His office was in the right wing of the building; they lived in the left wing. The light was on…

An Episode in the Life of Marshal de Bassompierre

An Episode in the Life of Marshal de Bassompierre - story

Hugo von Hofmannsthal

At a certain point in my life, my services entailed crossing the little bridge across the Seine (for the Pont Neuf was not yet built at that time) at a certain hour several times a…

Rustic Chivalry

Rustic Chivalry - story

Giovanni Carmelo Verga

Turiddu Macca, the son of mistress Nunzia, when he came home from being a soldier, every afternoon strutted about the piazza with his bersagliere uniform and his red cap, that looked like a fortune-teller’s when…

The Collector

The Collector - story

Karla Suárez

He was a famous salsa singer. She collected things and did occasional tattoos. He was married to a rich Japanese businesswoman. She had a French lover. They met by chance. She was trying to convince…

Famous Blue Raincoat

Famous Blue Raincoat - story

Aixa de la Cruz

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life, And when she came back she was nobody’s wife. (Leonard Cohen, «Famous Blue Raincoat») Inside a lost trailer in the desert, a man holds…

The Woman Who Wouldn’t

The Woman Who Wouldn’t - story

Jorge Ibargüengoitia

I must be discreet. I don’t want to get her into trouble. I’ll call her… I have a photograph of her in my desk along with a few photographs of other people as well as…

Chocolate

Chocolate - story

Manju Kapur

Tara was fat. Her husband made it clear that it didn’t do his image any good to have her waddling around, jiggling rolls of flesh. “I don’t waddle,” she said, hurt. “You do,” said Abhay…

An Evening with the Author

An Evening with the Author - story

Olga Tokarczuk

The best ideas always came to her at night, as if she were a completely different person at night than in the day.  That’s trite, he would have said.  He would have changed the subject,…

A Novel in Nine Letters

A Novel in Nine Letters - story

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I (From Pyotr Ivanitch To Ivan Petrovitch) Dear Sir and Most Precious Friend, Ivan Petrovitch, For the last two days I have been, I may say, in pursuit of you, my friend, having to talk…

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