The Hours is in

The Hours is in fact a lovely triumph. Cunningham honors both Mrs. Dalloway and its creator with unerring sensitivity, thanks to his modesty of intention and his sovereignly affecting prose…. With his elliptical evocation of Mrs. Dalloway, he has managed to pay great but quiet tribute — reminding us of the gorgeous, ferocious beauty of … Read more

Now I had lived

Now I had lived long enough and had heard enough from urchins my age and from other slaves, to distrust the person who calls himself merciful, or just, or kindly. Usually these are the most cruel, niggardly and selfish people, and slaves learn to fear the master who prefaces his remarks with tributes to his … Read more