It seems a silly question these days, doesn’t it? I mean, why not historical fiction? Despite the quarrels that some writers and readers want to have over “genre” fiction vs. “literary” fiction, most fiction falls into some recognizable subgenre, even so-called “literary” … Continue reading
At dinner, Benjamin studied the young men who occupied one side of the long table. The four newcomers, guided by Robbie, helped themselves to the roast lamb and bread without assistance, and they finished off five bottles of French wine among them.
“Have you brought your books home with you, Robbie?” Catherine finally asked.
“Books will be burned in England,” her son said. “And I am called Robert now.”
After they left, Benjamin said, “Why didn’t they stay in Wittenberg?”
Catherine said, “He didn’t say that they came from Wittenberg. Did you not hear them speak? I think these friends of his are all Englishmen.”