Archive for September, 2012

An Interview with Jean-Claude Dunyach

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by Sven Klöpping

Your stories resemble surrealist paintings: roses grow out of bellies, a Ferrari is swallowed by a street … Have you been influenced by artists like Dalí, Magritte and others? And do you integrate these influences consequently in your settings?

Surrealism is part of the landscape, in Europe, so yes, I’ve been influenced by it (I am very fond of Delvaux, Leonor Fini, and of course Dali and Magritte, to name a few). But I’ve gradually lost it, I think. My early years were Baroque, and it had become a trademark, so I decided to veer away from that entirely and walk off my own well-beaten path. I will get back to it eventually. Continue Reading »

The Rhythm of Nature

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by Swapnil Bhartiya Arnie

Jason Lee slid the curtain aside and felt a mild gust of fresh breeze fill his lungs. He stared out the window. Far across the patchless landscape, behind the hedges over steep mountain cliffs the sun was rising with the promises of another warm day. He took a deep breath and turned.

Sarah was still in bed. She stretched her body, sliding the sheet off her face. How beautiful she is. He sighed. Sarah yawned and opened her eyes. Continue Reading »

Rest in Peace

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by Helmuth W. Mommers


I hate funerals, have always hated them. Even more so when they’re held on moist cold November days while it’s drizzling. Like today. There one stands, shoulders pulled up, left hand holding an umbrella, breathing fog and praying that the priest cuts things short out of mercy for the living, before the puddles seeping into thin footwear climbs up cold legs. Like crows with folded wings, the mourners have gathered around the deceased’s coffin, that pale countenance of death, their thoughts weighed heavily by grief or the fear for their own mortality, with the onset of hunger steadily knotting up their insides. Finally! An amen seals the ceremony, and frees people to scoop up some earth and toss a final farewell down onto the coffin. Continue Reading »