'Acts of Worship: Seven stories' is a collection of short stories by Yukio Mishima. The seven stories go from 1946-65, so are wide in their scope of his writing career. These seven stories are Fountains in the rain, Raisin bread, Sword, Sea and sunset, Cigarette, Martyrdom and Act of worship. This collection is named after … Continue reading Acts of Worship: Seven stories by Yukio Mishima, book review
Death in midsummer and other stories by Yukio Mishima (1925-70) is a collection of the Japanese author's short stories. Some are relatively early in his career (Death in midsummer, 1953), and some are from much later in his career (Patriotism, 1966). Because of this the stories offer a wide scope of his writing ability and … Continue reading Death in midsummer and other stories by Yukio Mishima, book review
He wiped the dust away which had settled on his shoulders. He had stood staring at the gates for a while now, and thought of how they looked like fashionable versions of what surround a prison, after all wasn't that what an old folk's home was in a way? A prison for those still imprisoned … Continue reading This face of mine – chapter IV.
Hello dear readers, About two or three years ago I wrote an article called 'On Writing', Where I expressed how and why I write: because it was natural inclination for me, and also was a way of becoming better according to what I wanted to be and become. It seems to me that while rereading … Continue reading On suffering and writing
Hands wrapped around his throat woke him up. He could barely see as his eyes failed to adjust to what he was trying to see. Breathing was getting difficult and his throat was being squeezed. His chest felt like someone was sitting on it. He could see eyes piercing through the darkness, as he concentrated … Continue reading This face of mine – Chapter III.
He found himself walking around aimlessly, forgetting who he was and how to think. He felt as if he was watching himself through other people's eyes. He watched himself go into a bathroom and urinate into a toilet, feeling like a peeping Tom doing this. He slowly slipped back into himself and loosened from the … Continue reading This face of mine – Chapter II.
Guillaume had escaped through the bedroom window. He had jumped into a patch of soft soil which his father used for throwing food waste in, and tucked himself under the wooden fence that couldn't keep a large dog from getting out if it decided to crawl, instead of dig. He could feel the imprint of … Continue reading This face of mine – Chapter I.