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
Was he simply the family’s plumber, or just a little bit more?
“He hated Dallas, hated the 20 consecutive September days of hundred degree heat, hated being served waffles in the shape of Texas, hated saying yes ma’am and no ma’am.”
“Kevin acted funny whenever I left his house, like there was more to show me — something better than a frog pond or a secret fort.”
“There will be someone inside to ring up my cigarettes, powdered donuts and coffee. Someone who will fortify me before the last stretch of lonely, lightless highway. Someone who will prove that I exist.”
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.