Molly Says

How could I forget. First, Gusev, by Anton Chekhov, and a word about the danger of translation. A quote from my beloved translation: “And again there is silence… The wind plays in the rigging, the propeller thuds, the waves splash, the cots creak, but the ear is long accustomed to it all, and it seems [...]

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Molly Says, Blog, Friend, Lover, I can explain: I forgot you existed. But here you are, and I want to get back together. I want to take this relationship to the next level. Let’s move from “it’s complicated” to “in a relationship,” Molly Says. But let’s take it slow because I don’t necessarily have anything [...]

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It’s winter break and there’s lots to see, read, and write. I attempted to engage some of my other MFAers in a short story reading frenzy over break. We compiled a list of our favorites, and I don’t know how they feel about it, but at times, I find the accomplishment of composing a list [...]

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I think I may have just read the most baffling short story of all time: The Nose, by Nikolai Gogol. Leave it to those damn 19th century Russian authors to name all of their characters “Ivan” and make them do incomprehensible things, completely baffling my otherwise sensible Wednesday afternoon. It happened thusly. I had some [...]

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 Where are you going, where have you been? Once you’ve decided that this is your art, that what you’re going to do is try to write short stories that are beautiful and interesting and true, then now you’ve gone and done it.  You’ve put yourself in a delicate position.  It means you have to think [...]

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