If you’re stuck at home, take advantage of social distancing to dive into some of the best new and classic fiction from the Post’s archives.
Classic FictionMore Classic Fiction
“Politics, I has heard said or read, makes beds strange fellers. Many a true word is spoken of a pest.”
“She sighed, remembering that she must report to her supervisor what she had seen and heard, what she had concluded. What had she concluded? An existential chick? Brother way out?”
“There were no short cuts, no sudden regenerations. The betterment of mankind must be worked out in agony and misery just as all past social betterments had been worked out.”
Contemporary FictionMore Contemporary Fiction
“The conquistadors had a name for this place: El Despoblado, the unpeopled, but Maria saw hope in those vast sands.”
“I couldn’t help listening for that meow, though I no longer expected to hear it. That’s the only reason I heard the other sound.”
“Friendship is important, but not friends, not really. People throw friends away. Even when they’re like family. They toss them out and find new ones.”
It was a place one came home to die, wonderful source, feral and wild, like the victimless dingoes and brambies, wild horses with everywhere to roam and nowhere to stay lost.
Classic Fiction by Women
In 1950s Jacksonville, Laura Lee Kimble stands accused of beating a man nearly to death. Author Zora Neale Hurston tells her story of speaking truth to power.
“It wasn’t any use trying to be serious with Edward. She might as well enjoy herself and give him a good time. It would, she thought, probably be their last.”
The trappings of domesticity and routine lead to a nervous breakdown in this short story from 1966.
A colorful cast of characters fills a Manhattan apartment house with wild parties, thrice-told stories, and memories of days gone by.