Excerpt fro “No More Brothers” Tuesday, February 11, 1867 Dr. Loffredo’s waiting room was empty so she let herself into his office. “A pleasure, my dear. You’ve finished dinner, I take it. May I offer you a caffè? Biscotti?” Dr. Loffredo rang the bell. Looking askance at Serafina, the maid bustled in and cleared the porcelain from his desk. He came around to kiss Serafina’s hand. So gentle his touch and understanding of women. No children, a shame: they would have jammed that empty … [Read more...] about Melting the Icicles of a Warrior Princess
In this excerpt from an unpublished short story, Serafina introduces her family. Oltramari in early spring, 1867 When I’m not in the room, I know what my children do: they conspire. Carlo rattles his newspaper; then they look at one another and smile. So clever they think they are, but they fool no one. They have such dreams, each one’s fantasy more opulent than the last. I swear I don’t understand them. Maria, for instance. From the time she was two, all she wanted was her piano. Aunt … [Read more...] about Serafina Introduces Her Family
Inside a Mind Gone Feral FOUR D is a collection of four stories by Gregory Morrison that I would describe as speculative fiction. While the author is a talented writer with a bright future, reading FOUR D was a painful experience for me. There were times of absorption as I groped for understanding, times of interest, especially in the first story, but most of the time I was perplexed, much as the first readers of Edgar Allen Poe’s “Murders in the Rue Morgue” or readers of, say, Albert Camus’ … [Read more...] about Four D by Gregory Morrison
June 9, 1866. This morning, driving home from delivering Crocifisa Abatti’s thirteenth child, I see a knot of men gathered in the piazza. They jostle one another and raise a cloud of dust. Waiting to hear the call to arms, a grizzled one tells me. I smell sheep, stale wine, and tobacco. He slaps Largo’s rump, but the mule knows better than to run. There’s talk in the streets of war with Austria. Sicily bleeds, and we go to war. … [Read more...] about In the Piazza
I remember Mario bringing home the paper on 7 June 1860, Carmela grabbing it from his hands. Giorgio said Garibaldi had won, we'd all won. He voted for Unification in the plebiscite that fall, but I was sorry for the queen. Giorgio laughed at that, said she never cared a jot for Sicilians, but I have no plans to remove her picture from the parlor. … [Read more...] about Giornale di Sicilia published for the first time 151 years ago today.