The Totem-Maker (part seventy-four)

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-four)

Posted by ractrose on 19 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

  The Totem-Maker Chapter Eight Use for Use (part seventy-four)                       I’d taken these stories for truth. We were not like the northern people. In their songs, throughout all memory told, they had lived in one place. They found us unbeautiful, or colored in ways […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred fourteen)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred fourteen)

Posted by ractrose on 18 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred fourteen)             “That is the statement of Miss Maria Gardener,” Phelan said, placing the maid’s bit on the discard pile, and looking Weem in the eye. Arnulfa, from an additional page […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred thirteen)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred thirteen)

Posted by ractrose on 15 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred thirteen)             The second item the silent Phelan produced was a single-page statement from Regina’s physician. His name was Kammer; he had treated Mrs. Demrose for perhaps two years. Finding his […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twelve)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twelve)

Posted by ractrose on 14 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred twelve)             Mrs. Demrose, and Mrs. McGhee, among others, were society. Bread and butter, Shute was able to extract, was Gorman’s phrase for a hot tip, a scandalous failing that promised […]

Story: Palma (part four)

Story: Palma (part four)

Posted by ractrose on 12 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

        Palma (part four)     There were dates of significance. Eyes, on the twenty-seventh or fourteenth of particular months, would meet. Contact could be followed by business: a thing dropped, a thing fished from a bag, a color revealed by a scarf removed. Walkers with companions could chitchat, passing by. And […]

Story: Palma (part three)

Story: Palma (part three)

Posted by ractrose on 10 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

        Palma (part three)     The Wainwrights had come when the invasion was expected. Only expected, like an inundation, a volcanic winter, a thing that must be horrible in its encroaching effects. The sky had remained blue. Taxis had crawled the capital. Palma had gone out in heels and velvet. Past […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred eleven)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred eleven)

Posted by ractrose on 8 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred eleven)             Why did you place your arms around her? Shute wrote here that the subject fell mute, and expressions appeared on his face, suggestive, in Shute’s opinion, of calculation. After […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred ten)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred ten)

Posted by ractrose on 7 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred ten)             Try it and see. Shute read a portion of Myra’s statement. “Should he have?” Élucide asked. “No. But one or two from the ship had been fetched in, Lubinski […]

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-three)

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-three)

Posted by ractrose on 4 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

  The Totem-Maker Chapter Eight Use for Use (part seventy-three)                       For a song he gave me a sewing kit, yarn, salt, herbs. Boots, and a following of him to the sheep’s cave, where he showed me how I would get wool—a comb to draw […]

Story: Palma (part two)

Story: Palma (part two)

Posted by ractrose on 4 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

        Palma (part two)     Palma kept her door stoppered open. Her message: that if they surveilled everything, she had no secrets and couldn’t care. She had pretty clothes and never wore them. She had keepsakes of her mother’s and would let them be smashed to the street below. This smashing […]