General Fiction, Short Stories,

Truman Capote. Haruki Murakami. Raymond Chandler. Anaïs Nin. Katherine Dunn.

A Wild Sheep Chase. The Beach. The Bell Jar. The Big Sleep. Dance, Dance, Dance. Delta of Venus. Geek Love. In Cold Blood. Keep the Aspidistra Flying. Lolita. Lord of the Flies. Nights at the Circus. No-One Belongs Here More Than You. Persepolis. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita." "There never was such a snap and twist of the wrist, such a vampire flick of the jaws over a neck or such a champagne approach to the blood. She'd shake her star-white hair and the bitten-off chicken head would skew off into the corner while she dug her rosy little fingernails in and lifted the flopping, jittering carcass like a golden goblet, and sipped! Absolutely sipped at the wriggling guts! She was magnificent, a princess, a Cleopatra, an elfin queen!" "You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that, oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell."