Alice Buconiglio; or, Under the Hedge [a Novella]

One Here we are in the garden of my vanity, across the lawn we go, the grass is high, has not been cut since I do not know when, and down the hole we go with the whole of human history, anonymous me I can say with impunity . . . . I write essays … Continue reading Alice Buconiglio; or, Under the Hedge [a Novella]

When the Tale is Told by an Idiot; or, How You Imagine Fiction Gets Said

Afterwards; or, an Afterword [a short story]   This is not an ordinary tale told by an idiot, but by a person who imagines his readers charitably. Should this stand instead for a good repast; should this tale be told by one who seeks to keep his readers sane, that is sanitized to the condition of … Continue reading When the Tale is Told by an Idiot; or, How You Imagine Fiction Gets Said