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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…

Gym Period

Gym Period - story

Rainer Maria Rilke

The military school of St. Severin. The gymnasium. The class in their white cotton shirts stand in two rows under the big gas lights. The gym teacher, a young officer with a hard, swarthy face…

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…

Two Men

Two Men - story

Denis Johnson

I met the first man as I was going home from a dance at the Veterans of Foreign Wars Hall. I was being taken out of the dance by my two good friends. I had…

The Islands

The Islands - story

Marina Perezagua

To Narciso, protector of shipwrecks The kids insisted on buying an inflatable float on our way to the beach. They chose the biggest one, a yellow circle with some rocks and a crab in relief….

Outrage

Outrage - story

Álvaro Enrigue

 Why do I want a life without honor if I already bet everything I had? A. Esparza Oteo A highway can be like the high seas. The sun burning on your face, the fresh cleansing…

Welcome, Bob

Welcome, Bob - story

Juan Carlos Onetti

One thing is certain: that every day he will be older, further away from the time when he used to be called Bob, with his fair hair hanging over one of his temples, his smile…

Masculinity

Masculinity - story

Antonio Ortuño

The first thing that Paz asked me to do after we got married was to stop spending all my money on alcohol and records. My main duty was to pay the rent and make sure…

Clara

Clara - story

Roberto Bolaño

She had big breasts, slim legs and blue eyes. That’s how I like to remember her. I don’t know why I fell madly in love with her, but I did, and for a start, I…

The Kid

The Kid - story

Rave Sagie

Bitterness is a disease of old age; I aged early and by the time I was thirty six it had metastasized through every part of me. I loathed my past as much as I feared…

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