Granita

Again courtesy of the Floating Library. One can say many things about Umberto Eco, but the man is not entirely without talent. Even as a parody, it’s quite good–or perhaps the translator made the necessary accommodations to Nabokov’s style.  The present manuscript was given to me by the warden of the local jail in a small town [...]

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When my finger accidentally…

Accidentally, Werther’s finger touches Charlotte’s, their feet, under the table, happen to brush against each other. Werther might be engrossed by the meaning of these accidents; he might concentrate physically on these slight zones of contact and delight in this fragment of inert finger or foot, fetishistically, without concern for the response… But in fact Werther is [...]

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Love Letters

The interest in love letters is sparked not only by the flurry of love letters that I have been sending (and receiving) lately–a psychic response of mine that is becoming boringly predictable as a response to periods of romantic uncertainty and instability– but also love letters in their more literal sense, i.e. letters on love, [...]

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