All Bedlam Courses Past (part one)

      This week I begin posting the draft of a new novel, the sequel to A Figure from the Common Lot (no longer on the blog because it’s going through a major edit).             All Bedlam Courses Past   Chapter One The Peculiar Nature of Logical Science   […]

The Mirrors (part thirty-two)

      The Mirrors (part thirty-two)           xvi.     Carolee had studied business composition and etiquette, shorthand and typewriting, at a junior college in the city. Permitted to live in the dorm there, feeling not normal, not social among the girls. Never a fit with the normal, because she […]

The Totem-Maker: A Mother or a Father (part nine)

The Totem-Maker Chapter Eleven A Mother or a Father (part nine)             Returned to my room, I emptied totems, emptied other toys and games, onto my table. They were my trade’s tricks, mostly failed. I peered at my candle, thought with seriousness of setting the floorcloth afire. Give up, Nur-Elom. […]

The Mirrors (part thirty-one)

Posted by ractrose on 3 Jan 2023 in Fiction, Novels

      The Mirrors (part thirty-one)     Warning: A character in this episode, within a passage of dialogue, uses a racial epithet.       Closing the door, he said, “My father is…” He said, his voice regained: “We need to lock the drug cabinets. Here at the back, maybe have bars fixed […]

The Mirrors (part thirty)

Posted by ractrose on 27 Dec 2022 in Fiction, Novels

      The Mirrors (part thirty)         xiv.       Joseph Dumain knocked one night at his son’s door. Charleton did not live in this house alone…he was not alone, and the presence of boarders, of student doctors who interned at the clinic, kept his feet from the chasm, his […]

The Mirrors (part twenty-nine)

Posted by ractrose on 21 Dec 2022 in Fiction, Novels

      The Mirrors (part twenty-nine)         xiii.     The dead were not in the fog. Charmante found herself locking eyes with the blue-jowled man, ardent behind the window of a sinister little shed, its blood-colored brick clarifying to visibility. “You’re the daughter of a man I knew. That counts…” […]

The Mirrors (part twenty-eight)

Posted by ractrose on 13 Dec 2022 in Fiction, Novels

      The Mirrors (part twenty-eight)   “I was thinking of Carolee. I can’t interview her.” “Hmm…maybe you can. But ask me first.” “I wonder about Charleton. If he was depressed over the work, felt coerced, Old Dumain would have been gleeful… It’s a funny word, I guess. But gleeful, making his grandson do […]

The Mirrors (part twenty-seven)

Posted by ractrose on 7 Dec 2022 in Fiction, Novels

      The Mirrors (part twenty-seven)   The garden went downhill, the mildest of slopes, a few feet of earth once dug from a field and carried by flatboat, wheelbarrowed load by load, packed to bear the weight of the Roback manse. Around the corner, a line of windows showed cellars below ground. Or […]

The Mirrors (part twenty-six)

Posted by ractrose on 30 Nov 2022 in Fiction, Novels

      The Mirrors (part twenty-six)   Where was a friend, to make this understood to? “What? Polly…no time…” A man loomed, put his hands on Polly’s shoulders. His face was blue, heavy-jowled. Polly surrendered to him, letting him draw her into invisibility, sending Charmante an odd face of triumph… Polly foresaw her warning […]

The Mirrors (part twenty-five)

Posted by ractrose on 22 Nov 2022 in Fiction, Novels

      The Mirrors (part twenty-five)   “Sometimes I think it was Polly warning me,” Carolee said. “It began when I was fifteen or so, when God started…I ought to say Godfrey…started frightening me. We always made allowances for God because he was the one who’d found her. He had waded down into the […]