Cait Recommends
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The Veiled Woman – Anais Nin
She has to live in a sexual atmosphere even when she feels nothing. It is her climate. Continue reading
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The Skating Rink – Roberto Bolano
The colour of the knife blade matched the colour of the ice. Continue reading
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Bamboo Palace – Christopher Kremmer
Even during the war Vientiane had been a soporific city, utterly out of touch with the war that that slowly and inexorably was destroying the old order, supplanting it with a morbid legacy. Continue reading
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Pigeon – Patrick Süskind
This eye, a small, circular disc, brown with a black centre, was dreadful to behold. Continue reading
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Kappa – Ryunosuke Akutagawa
“Me? I’m an Übermensch”, Tok declared proudly. (Well, a direct translation would be more like Überkappa). Continue reading
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A Little Lumpen Novelita – Roberto Bolaño
Then a sigh of relief would escape my throat. I would gasp and smile as if I had just risen from deep waters, out of air, oxygen tanks empty. Continue reading
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Shantaram – Gregory David Roberts
The impression was of a plodding, indefatigable, and distant past that had crashed intact, through barriers of time, into its own future. I liked it. Continue reading
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In Ascension – Martin MacInnes
Something had got inside us, a compulsion, a desire, a need to return. Continue reading
