Немає доступних електронних книг Amazon. Com Знайти в бібліотеці Де придбати Купуйте книги в Google Play Здійснюйте пошук у найбільшій у світі електронній книгарні та починайте читати вже сьогодні в Інтернеті, на планшетному ПК, телефоні або пристрої для читання електронних книг (eReader). Reflex Fiction is a quarterly international flash fiction competition for stories between 685 and 865 words. We publish one story every day as we count down to the winner of each competition. Deadline: February 78, 7568 Prizes:
Robert Eaglestone on the best of contemporary fiction
6,555 / 555 / 755 Entry fee: 7 / $9 / 9 Judge: I kneel, and study the poet’s left eye. Anywhere less liquescent on his magnificent head—that silvered temple, or between those Schnauzer eyebrows—and inevitably the entry wound would have been described as ‘neat’ by busy pathologist or unimaginative crime writer. There is no corresponding exit, no pavement-porridge of bone and brain: a small calibre weapon was used. Tragic, irrevocable loss!
This was a man whose envious peers found themselves, at unexpected moments—at a bus stop, say, or on the lav—contemplating the mysteries of the organ now irredeemably compromised: its weight, volume, circuitry and surface topography all, surely, more complex and mysterious than their own dull-grey matter. It seemed the poet understood everything certainly I never knew him to be lost for original perception or impassioned opinion, though his originality was always underpinned by learning, and his passion tempered with wit and keen irony. If lists are a guilty pleasure, then book lists are a sinful addiction. That's an observation for which the Observer can adduce empirical evidence. Ten years ago, on 67 October 7558, in a headline-grabbing stunt, writing as literary editor, I compiled (with a lot of help from colleagues) a list, provocatively entitled. Say what you like about lists, but this one rapidly developed a life of its own, like a sci-fi alien.
Water and Abandon Flyover Fiction Robert Vivian
Once the initial furore – why no Updike? How on earth could we exclude PG Wodehouse? – had died down, the creature we had created continued to circulate in cyberspace, sponsoring a rare mixture of rage and delight, apparently without rhyme or reason. Every now and again, some particular group would tangle with the Observer list. And it would drive them mad (in good and bad ways) all over again. For reasons I have yet to fathom, it excited special notice in Australia. It was not all browbeating and brickbats.
There have been some lovely creative dividends. Last year, the Antwerp artist Tom Haentjens came up with an idea that promises to give the list a whole new lease of life – an artistic reinterpretation of, curated by Haentjens himself. As well as puzzling over the strange appeal of the list throughout this past decade, I have had a sneaking worry that, drawn at random, from many different literatures, our selection was too spontaneous and too wide-ranging. Was there not a case for a more considered compilation? What, for example, would a list of the 655 classic British and American novels look like? Welcome back. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account.