A lot of people who talk about Stephen King tend to qualify their statements with a “well, it’s not real literature or anything, but at least it’s entertaining.” There is something very self-conscious about this. It’s like saying, “I’m not a pig-faced consumer of mass media like them other folk, or anything, but they wereContinue reading “The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
My City the year before I was born
… With a whole lot less billboards and cars. Still the same City though. The home of Bulgakov like he would never see it – except that something about his descriptions of it is still tattooed on every stone, old and new. “Як тебе не любити, Києве мій?” The seeming benevolence of the City asContinue reading “My City the year before I was born”
Blood on the Snow
There once was a man who left his home after trying, and failing, to win the love of a married woman. He travelled for weeks, sometimes on foot, sometimes hitching a ride here and there. Sometimes his body ached with weariness, and sometimes the nights of the waning summer got cold, but he pressed on. OneContinue reading “Blood on the Snow”
Axis of Evil comes to AC
We talk about racism and Bill Clinton’s sperm. While I’m at it, on GC, M. Dodd talks about her morning. This is the sort of writing I live for: languid and familiar and gorgeous. And I’ve been meaning to put up another fairy tale. So watch me closely. 😉
I’m in Dubai
My computer committed suicide, among other things. Nearly started screaming in the bathroom this morning, then realized that Swamp Thing was actually me after 48 hours of hardly any sleep or protein. Work should be interesting this week, so watch these spaces (and read the stuff already published, obviously). 😉
Natalia A. 