dennis scharnberg

Kirby longed to reside in that state of already knowing.

Colin Fanshawe,  Theory of Oppression: A Collection of Stories.

“The stars are ours,” enthused Janet.  “The cosmos is ours!”

“No it isn’t,” hissed Robert.

Anselm Bligh,  A Collection of Miniatures.

“Clarissa is not always right, David.  But she is always sure.”

Kiefer Sythe,  The Detective Club.

We need more novels like we need more postmodernist paintings.  The two needs are identical.

Baldwin Tavinger,  Toward a Rhetoric of Number.

“Look,” said Jennifer, confidently, “if you don’t wish to be censored, don’t say the wrong thing.  This is not difficult!”

Gladys Huizinga,  Hard-Luck Dennis.

Jacqueline sat at her desk, muttering.  All morning long.  Later, Archie claimed to have overheard at least one phrase clearly—something about “the centuries of patriarchal oppression.”

Priscilla Onkers,  All About Edward.

“Is there really any evidence of anything,”  shrieked Diana, “other than stale old history books written by white males with an agenda?”

Benedict Elder,  A Cosmopolitan Paradise.

Actually, it was no accident.  I wanted to kick that table.  Even though it was made of wrought iron.  I must have been thinking that it might in some way lead to expansion of consciousness.  Or perhaps to the expansion of something else.

Will Southey,  Government Cheese, a Novel.

“It’s time to wise up, Tom.  I mean about Eleanor.  She seems bent on destroying the very society that makes her degeneracy possible in the first place!  I mean, is there some kind of hidden logic in that?”

Clifford Apogee,  Draining the Pools—A Collection of Stories.

McWorld.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.