Author Archives: Anthony

About Anthony

Like all those possessing a library, Aurelian was aware that he was guilty of not knowing his in its entirety.

The Saddhu Of Couva

When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle bird growing more small over the ocean of the evening canes, and I sit quiet, waiting for it to return … Continue reading

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An Eternal Moment

I thought again of our snug place in the leaves under the fallen tree, looking out on to the rising hill with the smoky curtain of rain falling into the stiff still green bracken, and the curiously high squeaking of … Continue reading

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A Balloon of Emptiness

It seems astonishing to me the leap that Denton Welch makes in A Voice Through a Cloud. His two earlier novels show a way of observing the world that often provokes and startles. The leap Welch makes in A Voice Through a Cloud is in the … Continue reading

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Denton Welch’s Daydreams

The earlier novels are charming, filled with longing and remarkable imagery, but it is in Denton Welch’s A Voice Through a Cloud that his style and way of viewing the world come together to extraordinary effect. His narrator, highly autobiographical, is … Continue reading

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Holding Fast to Laughter

But this laughter is the reason why the Tuscans invented science and the clear Tuscan drawing in their cool paintings; laughter means distance. Conversely: where laughter is absent, madness begins. Every time I’ve had a chance to observe an outbreak … Continue reading

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Disturbing Fiction

It must have been at thirteen, fourteen at most that I found a piece of fiction both repugnant and riveting in equal measure. I remember the fiction. It was Kafka’s The Metamorphosis. Perhaps I was too young to read Kafka, … Continue reading

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A Few Scraps of Wisdom

What else, indeed, have I learned from the masters who taught me, the philosophers I have read, the societies I have visited and even from that science which is the pride of the West, apart from a few scraps of … Continue reading

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The Profound Pleasure of Reading

One hundred and twenty-three readers visited Time’s Flow Stemmed so far today, inconsequential compared to some popular book blogs, but a normal day’s statistics for this blog. It never fails to both surprise and delight me that people should take some pleasure from my thoughts about … Continue reading

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Solace Through Reading

It seems to me that literary critics fall into two groups. There are probably more, but for the sake of this post, two will do. Most aspire to emulate nineteenth century men of letters, bloviating endlessly, mostly, it seems to me, … Continue reading

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Disburdenment Through Reading

This recent piece in the LA Review of Books seized my attention, and as a consequence I’m reading Uses of Literature. It is one of those rare books of literary criticism, if you are fascinated as I am by the … Continue reading

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