In most writers’ workshops the members sit around discussing their work; they talk about themes and symbols and meaning and such matters. The six of us do none of this. Ours is a Waldo workshop.
I tried to empty my mind of the pictorial imagery and the snatches of songs or melodies that comprised its usual contents. If I could perform this task, so I supposed, then I would find myself in the presence of my mind alone, and I was curious to learn what would be the appearance of a mind devoid of contents: what my mind would prove ultimately to be composed of.
When we moved to the capital my mother resolved that we should make a new impression on the world too. Papá was often away on business and so Caetano drove — and as we passed from the new district into the old district of the city, I read the street names…
Lisa Halliday’s Asymmetry has been one of the first runaway literary success stories of 2018. A number of excerpts from the novel have appeared online; here’s a roundup of the places where you can get a feel for each of the book’s two, asymmetrical sections.
Do we ever truly see, or remember, the corpse of a loved one?