ECLECTICA Nonfiction - Jan/Feb 2008
Jan/Feb 2008

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The Day I Asked Blake Morrison If He Raced Pigeons
I asked if she was committed to me doing an MA in Creative and Life Writing at Goldsmiths. She said she was not. She wanted to know why the hell I'd walked out of my job at Cellnet. She wanted to know why I could no longer drag myself to work each day like a "normal person."
Ian Duncan Smith


My Christmas Celebrations on Three Continents
On the stove simmered mushroom soup for me, red borsch with dumplings for other family members, and a carp, the fish often obtained with difficulty and which I hated. One such carp came to life after we brought it from the store, and to my sheer horror, it started jumping on the kitchen floor!
Monika Lange


My Only Charlie Brown: One Family's New York City of the '20s and '30s
Sandór had lead them to settle in New Jersey's southerly town of Carteret, an industrial region on whose streets German and Magyar were more often heard then than any English voices. At that same time, the whole place was more or less swamp, out of which factories had begun to rise, smoking up a soggy, steamy, foul-smelling landscape where winter days were dark as night, while summertime became unbearably clouded with swarms of fierce mosquitoes.
Julia Braun Kessler


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