Christian Molenaar

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  • Should He Remember?
  • Blooming
  • The Mortician in San Francisco
  • Afterwords
  • May 19, 18—

Category: Nothings

  • Should He Remember?

    May 30, 2025

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    May 30, 1593. Eleanor Bull’s Tavern, Deptford Strand. Read more

  • Blooming

    May 22, 2025

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    That’s me in mourning. When is it? May the twenty-second. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his collar sticking up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers.… Read more

  • The Mortician in San Francisco

    May 21, 2025

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    This may sound queer,but in 1985 I held the delicate handsof Dan White:I prepared him for burial; by then, Harvey Milkwas made monument — no, myth — by the yearssince he was shot. Read more

  • Afterwords

    May 20, 2025

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  • May 19, 18—

    May 19, 2025

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    “I’m thinking about writing a book,” I said, “a book that would be a sort of symptomatic journal of my disease that could serve as a source of information for doctors and literary types both. This idea came knocking at my door as twilight fell… I let it seduce me as though I were just… Read more

  • A Movable Festival

    May 10, 2025

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    May-day — I forget whether by Zenobia’s sole decree, or by the unanimous vote of our community — had been declared a movable festival. It was deferred until the sun should have had a reasonable time to clear away the snowdrifts along the lee of the stone walls, and bring out a few of the… Read more

  • Mustered

    May 9, 2025

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    Donald Barthelme, “The Expedition” Read more

  • Everything Turns to Bile

    May 4, 2025

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    …The doors and the ground are unstable, shifting… And yet something makes you want to go further, to see if you’ll have the strength to retrieve your reason from the wreckage. Reason can easily become an obsession, as good humor and sleep are for neurasthenics. All you can think of is your reason. Everything’s out… Read more

  • There Was Fear

    May 3, 2025

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    3 May. Bistritz. Left Munich at 8.35 p.m. on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6.46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets. I feared… Read more

  • Much Too Young, As They Always Say

    May 1, 2025

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    Nearly all the larger buildings in W. and the surrounding area, the school, the railway station in Haslach and the turbine powerhouse, which supplied the entire district with electricity, had been designed on the drawing board of Ambrose and constructed under his supervision. He had died of a stroke, much too young as they always… Read more

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Thought:

“If you can create poetic images, full of texture and emotional presence, out of something trivial, then you are good.”

Manuel Alberto Claro