Christian Molenaar

Category: Nothings

  • Something Like a Storm

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    On the night of June twenty-ninth a great noise wakened the besieged, followed by a rolling of drums: the enemy had managed to explode the first mine beneath the walls, blowing up a lunette and burying twenty-five soldiers. The next day, towards six in the evening, something like a storm was heard to the west,… Read more

  • Homonym

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    One evening, I had walked with him to his hotel on Boulevard Raspail, for it was less and less often that he slept in the studio. He’d pointed out that the hotel was only a hundred yards away from the one he’d lived in when he first came to Paris and that it had taken… Read more

  • Courage

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    The day of the opening of the trial, June twenty-fifth, was fair. The heat was intense. Read more

  • Nobody Likes It

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    Lest the reader imagine that I am letting my fancy free to infer Penner’s early attitudes from his later and more rounded nature, I shall quote here some of the first scrawly-handed entries to be found in his diaries. He began his records early and continued them until his unfortunate demise. There is an astonishing… Read more

  • Babylon by Bus

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    ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ: Twenty-five dollars gets us going a ways, forty would get us a room for the night. I had to use that other twenty you gave me for cigarettes and a Red Bull for my girl. She was about to pass out. ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇʀ: But I already gave you money for your motel. ᴛʜᴇ… Read more

  • Souvenir

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    I have walked this earth for 30 years, and, out of gratitude, want to leave some souvenir. Read more

  • Yeah, There Was Always Going to Be a June 5, 1968

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    My telephone rang in the middle of the night, Read more

  • Dogs Are All the Time Licking My Hand

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    Harper (1966) Read more

  • Should He Remember?

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

  • Blooming

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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

Thought:

“She did not move. And about her the entire house, the street, seemed to encourage her, seemed to consider this motionlessness natural.“

Nathalie Sarraute