Literature Frenzy!

The river styx. After a lengthy hiatus from posting short-story reviews, I have returned j ust in time for Halloween!  Doggerland by Kalian...

The Queen was in the parlor, eating bread an honey. This month’s Agatha Christie short story pick, Sing a Song of Sixpence , turned out to b...

Shiver me timbers. I can hardly believe it’s already June. How is the year halfway over?! Time is zipping by way too fast for my liking. On ...

What happens to a dream deferred?  A Harlem Tragedy by O. Henry has definitely not aged well and trying to take it seriously from a 21st-c...

The Illusionist or the Prestige. Which do you prefer? For a story packed with exposition and styled like a historical narrative, Eisenheim t...

Demeter and Persephone. Even though I can appreciate Donald Barthelme's bold experimentation in  The New Music, which consists entirely ...

I'm cookin' steaks fah dinnah. I expect you to stay. The Captured Woman is really weird, even by Donald Barthelme standards. Beneat...

  Thorndyke or Holmes? If you've ever wondered what would happen if a charming married couple decided to open a detective agency armed o...

Butter butter butter butter butter butter butter butter Does anyone still read Balzac anymore? Perhaps he's gone out of fashion in the 2...