Frailings

Ed Cottrell By the water I freed them. They flew up into the willows, the wilder ones watching, buoyed on the gently moving surface. I walked along the bank, they clustered at the close hems of mud, picked over scatterings of rice. They pinched the grains in their...

Review: The Room by Andreas Maier

The novel The Room by Andreas Maier got me thinking about the relationship of authors to readers, specifically about the amount of effort that the audience is expected to make when engaging with a piece of art. Samuel Butler was fairly unequivocal on this matter: “I...