Days that End in Y

There was that Wednesday when I walked late, later than usual, at that weird hour when you can see both the sun and moon–the hour mythology took away. That was the Wednesday so windy and cold, the Wednesday where I started thinking about Palm trees, and how they are perfectly suited for life in the tropics where the winds blow… Read More

Old School, Tobias Wolff

This story was, I felt sure, inspired by a certain passage in A Farewell to Arms, but when it came up for consideration I bit my tongue and let it go. It wasn’t bad. Cartoonish, of course, like all of Purcell’s work, lurid and overwrought, to be sure, but venomously alive. Anyway, I myself was in debt to Hemingway–up to… Read More

The Outsiders, S.E. Hinton

I thought of Sylvia and Evie and Sandy and Two-Bit’s many blondes. They were the only kind of girls that would look at us, I thought. Tough, loud girls who wore too much eye makeup and giggled and swore too much. I liked Soda’s girl Sandy just fine, though. Her hair was natural blond and her laugh was soft, like… Read More

The Kugelmass Episode, Woody Allen

Kugelmass was bald and hairy as a bear, but he had soul. “I need to meet a new woman,” he went on. “I need to have an affair. I may not look the part, but I’m a man who needs romance. I need softness, I need flirtation. I’m not getting younger, so before it’s too late I want to make… Read More

A Good Man is Hard to Find, Flannery O’Connor

The old lady settled herself comfortably, removing her white cotton gloves and putting them up with her purse on the shelf in front of the back window. The children’s mother still had on slacks and still had her head tied up in a green kerchief, but the grandmother had on a navy blue straw sailor hat with a bunch of… Read More

The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Gillman

I really have discovered something at last. Through watching so much at night, when it changes so, I have finally found out. The front pattern does move–and no wonder! The woman behind shakes it! Sometimes I think there are a great many women behind, and sometimes only one, and she crawls around fast, and her crawling shakes it all over…. Read More