The Margellos World Republic of Letters

(Foreword by Stathis Kalyvas): And just like the Decameron and the Canterbury Tales before it, Orthokostá is an organ diapason drowning out all the personalist, jejune readings and rewritings of our times, as Derek Walcott’s Omeros would have put it, which achieve little else besides making literature as guilty as history.

(Foreword by Stathis Kalyvas): And just like the Decameron and the Canterbury Tales before it, Orthokostá is an organ diapason drowning out ...

Where is your son, where’s your son? She says, What do you want with him, dear man, an invalid with six children. He was missing an eye. Lost it in Albania. He knows how to hide, they say. They pressed her to say where he was but she wouldn’t tell. With the villagers watching from the distance. And as she stood there leaning up against the wall they shot her, and that’s how they found her. Standing, just as she’d been. She didn’t fall down. She was propped up on her cane, she was thin, she didn’t fall down. And they found her there dead.

Where is your son, where’s your son? She says, What do you want with him, dear man, an invalid with six children. He was missing an eye. Los...