Series of posts (within SC.) with Piglia’s bits of fiction wisdom

Breakthrough on story Kingsway Massage: have the wife ask and then demand some of…

I miss F. She wanted me to stay at Grammy’s. She clung to my leg. When I picked her up, she hugged my neck…

The abatement company I hired left the asbestos tile on the upper floor. How do we trace responsibility? Because of my dad, I trace…

Does the beginning of a century have more hope?I watched Legends of the Fall for the third time? No, at least the fifth or…

I have always been the loser. Therapy gave me sight. I could no longer identify with cinematic heroes. I now saw myself as one…

What happens when I narrate my life? (Deja-vu. I’ve asked myself this question before, and on paper, in a journal, beneath a date I…

Only the sky exonerates the world . . .

(I crossed the rest out.)

I’ve sat down to work. The morning has begun. Three hours have passed since I woke, made breakfast, and handled F.

Last night (nights are…

I’ve noticed before. I enjoy the short, hard sentences that a pen produces. I have not felt fine. Can I observe this feeling from…

Men: When I see a man smiling and laughing (often with a woman), and I catch his eye, even for a moment, a stoic,…