Category Archives: On fiction

The Scarlet Letter (again)

by Mrs. Sabraw If you have been reading my writing since 2009, then you will remember this entry. If not, I repost it, not only because I find it entertaining to recall the world in which I operated, as deftly … Continue reading

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Mrs. Dalloway revisited

by cheri After visiting the Westminster, St. James’ Park, and the Piccadilly areas of London in June, I felt that I simply must reread Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway.   And so I am rereading. What a brilliant work of literature! … Continue reading

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The Other Half-Circle of Hell

by cheri Someone stole one of my blue ceramic pots from a small arched alcove up by our gate. To take the pot, the thief had to wriggle it  through Spanish iron. This is the second theft I have experienced … Continue reading

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The Library Project

by cheri sabraw Today, many of us  still maintain and adore our libraries full of  hard-bound and paperback books,  testaments to classes we have taken,  reminders of our deep and abiding interests and loves, literary tickets to those unspoken desires … Continue reading

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A novel with no tension

by cheri sabraw Can a great novel be without conflict? Without an antagonist? Without growing tension? Will a reader take the hands  of a contented narrator and accommodating likable characters for 100 pages? Will pleasant conversation enjoyed on a warm … Continue reading

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The Audience?

by cheri sabraw Should my blog be instructional? Entertaining? Philosophic? Revealing? Biographical? Over the past seven years, I have tried to do it all. Surely, some of my loyal readers want to learn, others want to laugh, some want to … Continue reading

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The Door

by cheri sabraw Most of us take doors for granted, like we do our feet and teeth. Only when a door is unhinged does the privacy it creates become appreciated. Surely, the door is a fine literary symbol used in … Continue reading

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Ewing Klipspringer

by cheri Ewing Klipspringer is  F.Scott Fitzgerald’s  terse statement about  what happens, sometimes, to the rich, the powerful, the influential, the handsome, the beautiful and the insecure. For those of you who do not remember The Great Gatsby or never … Continue reading

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The Cracked Mirror of Memory

by cheri block I’ve been doing a fair amount of reading on the subject of memory and memorials. The thesis I am writing concerns the memories of two men, one Czech Jew and one German, both of whom entangle themselves … Continue reading

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The Present Moment

by cheri block Yoga has taught me to push my mind back to the present moment every time it strays. I find this effort rewarding but challenging. Staying in the present moment is experiential; that is, we guide ourselves into, … Continue reading

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