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
“This was what nights in my house had become, the metamorphosis. Me, pretending not to be awake while Mother danced alone.”
We knew him since we couldn’t remember when, but none of us knew how he lost his eye until Maxie Adeline asked him flat out the summer we picked berries for him.
“You can love something, and still be afraid of it.”
Finding someone to love in this world takes a miracle, but you have to believe in miracles.
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.