He got up and sat on the edge of the bedstead with his back to the window. “It’s better not to sleep at all,” he decided. There was a cold damp draught from the window, however; without getting up he drew the blanket over him and wrapped himself in it. He was not thinking of anything and did not want to think. But one image rose after another, incoherent scraps of thought without beginning or end passed through his mind. He sank into drowsiness. Perhaps the cold, or the dampness, or the dark, or the wind that howled under the window and tossed the trees roused a sort of persistent craving for the fantastic. He kept dwelling on images of flowers, he fancied a charming flower garden, a bright, warm, almost hot day, a holiday—Trinity day. A fine, sumptuous country cottage in the English taste overgrown with fragrant flowers, with flower beds going round the house; the porch, wreathed in climbers, was surrounded with beds of roses. A light, cool staircase, carpeted with rich rugs, was decorated with rare plants in china pots. He noticed particularly in the windows nosegays of tender, white, heavily fragrant narcissus bending over their bright, green, thick long stalks. He was reluctant to move away from them, but he went up the stairs and came into a large, high drawing-room and again everywhere—at the windows, the doors on to the balcony, and on the balcony itself—were flowers. The floors were strewn with freshly-cut fragrant hay, the windows were open, a fresh, cool, light air came into the room. The birds were chirruping under the window, and in the middle of the room, on a table covered with a white satin shroud, stood a coffin. The coffin was covered with white silk and edged with a thick white frill; wreaths of flowers surrounded it on all sides. Among the flowers lay a girl in a white muslin dress, with her arms crossed and pressed on her bosom, as though carved out of marble. But her loose fair hair was wet; there was a wreath of roses on her head. The stern and already rigid profile of her face looked as though chiselled of marble too, and the smile on her pale lips was full of an immense unchildish misery and sorrowful appeal. Svidrigaïlov knew that girl; there was no holy image, no burning candle beside the coffin; no sound of prayers: the girl had drowned herself. She was only fourteen, but her heart was broken. And she had destroyed herself, crushed by an insult that had appalled and amazed that childish soul, had smirched that angel purity with unmerited disgrace and torn from her a last scream of despair, unheeded and brutally disregarded, on a dark night in the cold and wet while the wind howled

Category: short story

  • Mark This One In Your Calendars image of tag icon

    Over at Papercuts, Dwight Garner reveals that last night Jhumpa Lahiri soared into the number one spot on the New York Times Bestseller list with her collection of short stories, “Unaccustomed Earth.” When’s the last time a short story collection was #1? Glad you asked, because I was willing to guess virtually never, but then […]

    April 10, 2008

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  • Short Roundup image of tag icon

    Dan over at Emerging Writers Network points out a new trend among literary journals, such as Fence and American Short Fiction, to “pay what you can” for a subscription to their journal. A smart move, I believe. Journals need some kind of marketing to jumpstart their subscription base. How literary journal rejections that take over […]

    April 9, 2008

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  • New Short Story Collections image of tag icon

    Just wanted to update the short story collections that should be on your horizon. In addition to the many I listed back in January, there are a couple of heavy-hitters coming out in Fall. First, Annie Proulx has a collection of more Wyoming stories coming out from Scriber in September: “Fine Just the Way It […]

    April 7, 2008

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  • Pastry Chef = Short Story Writer image of tag icon

    Junot Diaz, who just won the Pulitzer Prize for “The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao”, commenting on life as a celebrity of the short story form: “Being a hot young short-story writer is like being a hot young up-and-coming pastry chef.” Who really knows or cares in the real world?” (Interviewed in Newsweek)

    April 7, 2008

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  • Wnted: Abbr Shrt Stories 4 $ image of tag icon

    So first we had smoke fiction, which is a short story as long as it takes to smoke a cigarette, and then flash fiction, which can be a lot quicker, and then six-word stories, which is about as short as you can get. But now there’s Txt Lit – not measured in words, but in […]

    April 3, 2008

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  • I’m Back Online, with a Review and Memoir image of tag icon

    I’m back up and running now, thanks to a Verizon line for which I’m probably paying too much. But some updates on writing of mine that recently came out: Check out the Spring 2008 Rain Taxi Review of Books, in which I have a review of “Dangerous Laughter” by Steven Millhauser. Sorry, my review’s only […]

    March 31, 2008

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  • Roundup Interviews image of tag icon

    Bookslut interviews the editor of One Story. Members of the Society of Slow Readers, take heart! A discussion of another short story turned movie over at Columbia University Press — Eileen Chang’s story “Se, jie,” which was turned into the movie “Lust, Caution.” (via Conversational Reading) A new issue of Bookforum is out, including a […]

    March 19, 2008

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  • Deja Reading image of tag icon

    Recently, while reading two short story collections — Jim Shepard’s "Like You’d Understand, Anyways" and Tobias Wolff’s "Our Story Begins," — I got the distinct feeling of deja reading. You know, when you come across something and in the first few paragraphs it seems familiar, as if you’ve read it in another life. When it […]

    March 13, 2008

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  • After a Brief Lull, the Festivities Resume image of tag icon

    The Tournament of Books is in full swing, including hilarious judges commentary. The fifth annual Millions Writers Award is taking submissions for the best online short story published. Jonathan Safran Foer speaks and people consider him arrogant . . . surprise, surprise, surprise. That’s how I wanted to find him, when I saw him at […]

    March 10, 2008

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  • Short Story Reviews, Marketing and Tethered Ferocity image of tag icon

    Maud Newton has a review of Cate Kennedy’s Dark Roots (which I listed in my short story roundup at the beginning of the year) in NYTBR. There’s also a review of Dangerous Laughter by Steven Millhauser, a book which I enjoyed immensely and wrote a review that should come out in the next issue of […]

    March 2, 2008

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