Five boys later, it is Frederick’s turn. Frederick, who clearly cannot see well without his glasses. Who has not been cheering when each bucketful of water finds its mark. Who is frowning at the priso...
Single candle. He slides the jack under
Foucault’s pendulum would
He’ll say, You did this to me. Please. Not in front of my son.
But what was family? Surely more than genes, eye color, flesh. Family was story: truth and struggle and retribution. Family was time.
Prismatic
Home of mice and damp and the stink of stranded shellfish, as if a huge tide swept in decades ago and took its time draining away. Marie-Laure hesitates over the open door, smelling the fires from out...
Из затянутых паутиной дней в воскресной школе звучат ветхозаветные слова: «У саранчи нет царя, но выступает вся она стройно».
Frederick said we don’t have choices, don’t own our lives, but in the end it was Werner who pretended there were no choices, Werner who watched Frederick dump the pail of water at his feet—I will not—...
He and Werner eat their first meal in their starchy new uniforms at a long wooden table in the refectory. Some boys talk in whispers, some sit alone, some gulp food as if they have not eaten in days....
Dr. Hauptmann: A scientist’s work is determined by two things: his interests and those of his time.
Chrysoberyl. Among them twinkle hundreds upon
That great shuttles of souls might fly about, faded but audible if you listen closely enough? They flow above the chimneys, ride the sidewalks, slip through your jacket and shirt and breastbone and lu...
Then he enthuses about coal. Consider a single piece glowing in your family’s stove. See it, children? That chunk of coal was once a green plant, a fern or reed that lived one million years ago, or ma...
Color—that’s another thing people don’t expect. In her imagination, in her dreams, everything has color. The museum buildings are beige, chestnut, hazel. Its scientists are lilac and lemon yellow and...
He feels ragged. For weeks logic has been failing him. The stone the museum has asked him to protect is not real. If it were, the museum would have sent men already to collect it. Why then, when he pu...
Whose sisters listen to foreign radio stations? The woman
There, thinks Werner when he finds it again, there: a feeling like shutting your eyes and feeling your way down a mile-long thread until your fingernails find the tiny lump of a knot.
Over Volkheimer’s shoulder, through the cracked rear window of the truck shell, Werner watches a red-haired child in a velvet cape float six feet above the road. She passes through trees and road sign...
He says, You are very brave.She lowers the bucket. What is your name?He tells her. She says, When I lost my sight Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it...
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