Tag: The Novel
Fiction: How to Keep a Man Happy
“I want us to be together—tonight—really together. There’s a rumor I’ll be sent out soon.”
Who Else Hates Genre Labels?
LITERARY FICTION FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE LITERARY FICTION “There is a stereotype of literary fiction shared by both science fiction readers and non-science fiction readers: that academically-sanctioned, “serious” contemporary fiction is all about dull middle-class people having affairs, and that the writers of this fiction do such things as use a couple hundred pages to…
Fiction: It’s Better to be Loved
“I was hoping you might like it and marry me,” Fahy said, twisting his mustache between his nervous fingers.
How to Write a Big House Novel: Learn from the Irish
Here’s a belated bit of Irish: CASTLE RACKRENT, a short novel by Maria Edgeworth published in 1800, is often regarded as the first historical novel, the first regional novel in English, the first Anglo-Irish novel, the first Big House novel and the first saga novel. POWER AND PRIVILEGE IN THE BIG HOUSES OF IRELAND (Fantastic…
Fiction: Bad Reputation
William almost escapes Thankful’s notice.
Fiction: Sunday Morning
He still admired dress parade—it always made Sundays special—and then so humiliating when his father failed at them.
Fiction: The Priesthood
After a big night William considers a change . . . “So, give us the news, Bill. Was she some socialite back east you left behind with a broken heart?” Haviland asked always edging too close—close enough to see the dried spittle at the corners of his yellow smile and the dandruff in the coarse…
Fiction: Lost Time
His father had great timing—always too late. What was five dollars to him now?
Lessons From Literature: The Leopard
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FICTION: Glass Houses
The holiday visit unravels after Fred Crenshaw throws Captain Simon McCullough’s West Point scrapbook into the fire. “That Weldon was just lording it over you that you might not graduate from the academy,” Fred said as he watched the flames eat away at the cloth edges of the old West Point scrapbook. “There’s too much…