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John-Paul Finnegan, Paltry Realist

John-Paul Finnegan, Paltry Realist - story

Rob Doyle

When I think of Ireland, John-Paul Finnegan said as we stood on the deck of the ferry while it pulled out of Holyhead, I think of a limitless ignorance. And not just an ignorance, but…

A Wild Swan

A Wild Swan - story

Michael Cunningham

Here in the city lives a prince whose left arm is like any other man’s and whose right arm is a swan’s wing. He and his eleven brothers were turned into swans by their vituperative…

The Carriage

The Carriage - story

Nikolay Nekrasov

The Death-Bed Notes of a Fool My life is coming to an end. Soon Death will tap its boney finger on my door… soon! Suffering has so withered my chest that no maiden’s kisses can…

Engagement Ring

Engagement Ring - story

Jordi Nopca

How quickly that dark line gets longer, how quickly the snuffed-out candles proliferate. CAVAFY, “Candles” (Tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard) “It used to be that wars would thin the herd. Now that there’s peace,…

The Man Who No Longer Wanted to Know Anything

The Man Who No Longer Wanted to Know Anything - story

Peter Bichsel

‘From now on, I don’t want to know anything,’ said the man who no longer wanted to know anything. ‘I don’t want to know a thing.’ That’s easily said. It is easily said. And hardly…

One Too Many

One Too Many - story

Emiliano Monge

Someone, probably the ticket inspector, told him that his was the only suitcase. No one else was going to Alquila today. There’s no way it can get lost. But Hernández insisted on taking it with…

Your Microwave

Your Microwave - story

Philipp Schönthaler

Date: Mon, August 19 20:41:42-0700 (PDT) From: Henry To: Customer service Re: Your microwave To whom it may concern, I’m writing to you regarding a matter that may seem trivial, even irrelevant at first glance,…

Like Penelope

Like Penelope - story

Lyudmila Petrushevskaya

With a leg–tossing military marching step (toes in, heels out, knees to the side, pelvis down), Stasik the mosquito wended his way home. He had asked the veterinarian, Akop the condor, to bandage the spot…

One Minute Stories

One Minute Stories - story

István Örkény

Autumn Translated by Mark Baczoni Sylvester Gács, a forester with the North Hungarian Forestry Service, patrolled the woods (every tree of which he knew by heart), doing the rounds of the pathways he himself had…

Drummer for the Czar

Drummer for the Czar - story

Arno Schmidt

I’ve never had any grand experiences myself – which doesn’t bother me at all by the way; I’m not fool enough to envy some world-traveler, I’ve read too much in Seydlitz or the unabridged Brehm…

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