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It’s hard to imagine Uncle Silvester making Uncle Pucho eat soap.
Uncle Silvester was always a man of principles.
As proof, there’s the story…
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Ana María Shua
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1994
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Something is wrong between me and the story I want to write. Whatever subject I touch on, after five or four, sometimes even two pages, either the story throws me out or I throw myself out. As if I…
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Monika Maron
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Berlin, Germany
Date:
1999
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When I crossed the ocean, I carried with me the habit of speaking to the shadows, and it became my way of life. I look up at the stars that were extinguished long ago. For me they still shine with the…
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Blume Lempel
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1970
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You, my dear, will survive me and remember.
How could it be otherwise?
—From a letter
Old people? What can you write about old people?
They barely feel anything!
—From a conversation
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Dina Kalinovskaya
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1980
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…He heard a thud in the living room, heard a thud, and couldn’t identify it: “Are you all right?” he called.
“I was just being careless,” M called back. “I’m all right.”
“You fell. Poor kid. What’d…
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Henry Roth
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Albuquerque, United States of America
Date:
1994
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Superimposed upon my face in the mirror is my mother’s. I am about to comb my hair, but here she is, brushing hers, her thick, wavy, white hair.
We quarrelled about hair.
“D…
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E. M. Broner
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1995
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After I published my son’s literary estate in a book, I still had a few scraps of writing and documents of various kinds that I didn’t know how to put together with everything that seemed clear and…
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Moshe Shamir
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1953
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Murray:People fall into two distinct categories. Miss Markowitz; people who like delicatessen, and people who don’t like delicatessen. A man who is not touched by the earthy lyricism of hot…
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Herb Gardner
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1962
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My father and mother were left alone and sat down for a moment; then my father said: “Well, shall we go up to bed?”
“As you wish, dear, though I don’t feel in the least like sleeping. I don’t know why…
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Marcel Proust
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Paris, French Republic (Paris, France)
Date:
1913
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There was no doubt of it, the dark coat on the rack could mean only one thing: a guest had arrived, an unusual guest at that, because the coat was stern-looking, grim, quite unlike the coat that…
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Péter Nádas
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Budapest, Hungary
Date:
1986