(He began, more or less:) I don’t know why I climbed into the night. Yes, I was young […]
Category Archive: fiction
ON TUESDAY AFTERNOONS, following my seminar on the works of Franz Kafka, I climbed down the Vyšehrad steps, […]
The experiment of the cinema is over; perhaps that of the city is coming to an end. The […]
LE HARENG ROUGE The elements were leading him a merry dance. The wind, in particular, was winding him […]
The mother of Ajax Breedlove regretted her call to the police just as the receiver picked up, but […]
Ina had visited Babette in a variety of structures, ranging from a gabled Victorian in the woods to […]
☼☼☼ When she came to at last, having dreamt of riding in a forest full of gymnasium equipment […]
Inside a box a man inside a box. A man inside a box, a box inside a man, […]
{Translator’s Preface} What follows is a translation of a manuscript found among my father’s papers. The translation is […]
Our woman suffers from a certain snobbery. Of the educated. It needs to be made clear that this […]
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