tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post7501712619849796781..comments2024-03-27T06:25:29.002-05:00Comments on Anecdotal Evidence: `The Friendly Hand Still Stretched Out to It'Patrick Kurphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436175583386298032noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-38690778073394246792014-03-13T16:44:47.440-05:002014-03-13T16:44:47.440-05:00Hear, hear, PK. I get more sheer pleasure from VN&...Hear, hear, PK. I get more sheer pleasure from VN's stories than from anyone else's, including Chekhov and Pritchett. Only Joyce comes close, in "Dubliners." It's as if he reached a kind of pitch of aesthetic purity in the concentrated space of his stories, like Mahler in his songs. Or Strauss in his. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-81296048812866757142014-03-09T17:40:20.899-05:002014-03-09T17:40:20.899-05:00You made that story sound so very enticing. And wh...You made that story sound so very enticing. And what a lovely, poignant image at the start...Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.com