Fiction

February 15, 1968, Quang Tri Province, Vietnam    I’m in my 9th month of a 13-month tour as a Marine grunt, leading a rifle platoon of salty Marines, Delta One, on a combat patrol.  Mad Dog, the Company commander, has given me...

   When his once beautiful East End Avenue view was blocked by a new high-rise, Seth T. Schmule, Esq., had to stop using his telescope. He had recently taken the developer to court for obstructing his view, and lost. Now Seth could only...

    During my bachelorhood, Lent was sort of like the Tony Awards: I knew it occurred every year but that was about it.

   I remember when we arrived.  It was April 1958 and our farmhouse on Miankoma Lane was already 59 years old.  I was six and my brother not quite four.  On our first day, a cold April one, we walked up to a penny candy...
   The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words.    Authors can either e-mail their pieces (in text or Word...

    When the Lord gave Mendelsohn one wish he had no trouble deciding. His wife of 53 years had died of a long and dreadful illness. “My wish is to have Zelda returned to me for a day.”     “That is...

   It was 30 years ago this month — January 9th, 1983.   I landed in Miami for what was supposed to be a three-week stay in the U.S. before returning to Milan, where I was living at the time. Little did I know then that...

   The year was 1932. The country was in the depths of the Great Depression. For Monroe Wheeler, however, the Depression meant little. His various businesses, a steel company, a lumber company, a chemical company, were providing millions...

   Just after 7 a.m. on Thanksgiving eve, 24 Bridgehampton students and seven staff and faculty members — a team 31 strong — boarded a McCoy bus bound for a hurricane-ravaged hamlet of East Rockaway known as Bay Park, about 80...