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Heart! Crispin Oduobuk

'Wielding a glimmering machete, an insanely angry Papa Barna pursues an unashamedly naked Oyigbo the butcher out of his compound. Picture him in sportswear and the latter would rate high as an Olympic-level sprinter for the effort he is making. Such is his speed that long after this incident, there would be no consensus as to the true size of his penis; no one sees that pendulum for more than a split second. Even the Akpan twins, Paul and Silas, who have the dubious honour of being knocked out of the way as…

Mademoiselle Fifi. Guy de Maupassant

Major Graf Von Farlsberg, the Prussian commandant, was reading his newspaper as he lay back in a great easy-chair, with his booted feet on the beautiful marble mantelpiece where his spurs had made two holes, which had grown deeper every day during the three months that he had been in the chateau of Uville. Ценность книги определяется не тем, сколько человек её прочтёт. У величайших книг мало читателей, потому что их чтение требует усилия. Но именно из-за этого усилия и рождается эстетический эффект. Литературный…

Summer of Love. Chris Barker

San Francisco, June 1967     When the taxi dropped Connor in the centre of Haight-Ashbury outside a tall, thin Victorian terrace sporting bright yellow walls, he was as excited as a red setter chasing a stick. Once he had settled into his digs - a bed and bathroom but no kitchen - he left his bag and headed down the creaky spiral stairs and into a new world. At the front door, he bumped into Tony the landlord, from whom he had earlier collected the key, a giant, hirsute figure, like the singer from Canned Heat.…

Swarm. Bobby Wise

When it came to the end of the day, Ethan Beck packed up his belongings and fashioned one last email to his colleagues, wishing them all the best, promising to keep in touch. Ценность книги определяется не тем, сколько человек её прочтёт. У величайших книг мало читателей, потому что их чтение требует усилия. Но именно из-за этого усилия и рождается эстетический эффект. Литературный фаст-фуд никогда не подарит тебе ничего подобного. Подписывайся на новый Telegram канал: Пелевин и пустота - с цитатами из книг…

Afterthought. Denise McCabe

I'm the youngest of three children, the only girl. My closest sibling, Jamey, is ten years older than I am. I asked my mother once when I was old enough to figure things out if I was an accident. She smiled and said no, more of an afterthought. Ценность книги определяется не тем, сколько человек её прочтёт. У величайших книг мало читателей, потому что их чтение требует усилия. Но именно из-за этого усилия и рождается эстетический эффект. Литературный фаст-фуд никогда не подарит тебе ничего подобного. Подписывайся…

Highway Time. Jennifer Jenkinson

The big older Pontiac sped along eating up mile upon mile of highway. The driver slouched indolently behind the wheel, his left elbow resting comfortably on the car window fingers steadying the wheel but not gripping it, tapping in time to the classic rock on the radio. His right hand gripped the wheel at almost the top, but even that grip was relaxed, almost lazy. His rich hazel eyes were hidden behind aviator style sunglasses. He had a strong chin with a neatly trimmed goatee which matched his equally neatly…

The Three Fishermen. Tom Sheehan

There were three of them. There were four of us, and April lay on the campsite and on the river, a mixture of dawn at a damp extreme and the sun in the leaves at cajole. This was Deer Lodge on the Pine River in Ossipee, New Hampshire, though the lodge was naught but a foundation remnant in the earth. Brother Bentley's father, Oren, had found this place sometime after the First World War, a foreign affair that had seriously done him no good but he found solitude abounding here. Now we were here, post World War…

Luck by by Mark Twain

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Looking for Lucy. Steven French

Apparently avocado on toast is last year's thing, or maybe the year's before that. Who cares? I like it, just as I like a flat white to go with it, and sure this place is as hipster as it gets but with everyone working on their laptops or whatever, it's quiet and I can eat in peace. Until a shadow falls across the table, and there she is: Doreen Wallace, all bleached blonde hair and pink sweater dress, the very image of a gangster's wife. Ценность книги определяется не тем, сколько человек её прочтёт. У величайших…