Enigma Variations

A man walks down the street. He’s wearing sneakers. White sneakers. Well, they used to be white, now they’re…gray…ish, and old. Because he’s checking his phone, he doesn’t see the nail sticking straight up in his path and steps on it. The shaft goes right through the sole of his shoe into his foot. Within … More Enigma Variations

Bones

I’m not going to talk about writing. There are these bones, you see, almost 32,000 of them, strung together in a fairly reasonable order. I think they will function well. All the joints are properly connected, in the right places—foot, ankle, shin, knee, and so on. It took a bit of effort. A few bones … More Bones

The Beginning

What is the story I want to tell? Where do I start? There’s the town, the shop, the house, the pianos, the letters, Sandra…. …and the man, my God, the man…. *** I didn’t come from here. My mother and I left the Hungarian city where I was born in July of 1938. She died … More The Beginning