Fiction

On Sept. 1, 1975, the day I moved to East Hampton from suburban New Jersey, New York magazine published an article, “Out Here in the Hamptons: Snapshots of the Literary Life,” by Anthony Haden-Guest.

I first met my Uncle Dave when I was 5 years old and he returned to our home in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, after serving in World War II.  My mom and her sister, Leah, Dave’s two sisters, threw a big welcome home party and roasted chickens...

According to Wikipedia, Adolph Hitler entertained dinner guests by whistling.                 Since June, 1945, stories have circulated of performances of Beethoven’s Ninth during which...

I grew up by the shore, was born there and spent my youth there. And I’m glad for it. I enjoyed my time there — the sea and sand and breezes. It was very pleasant indeed. Peaceful.

As I look at my two first-place metal plaques from the 1992 Hampton Classic Horse Show, I think longingly about my riding and competing days. The medals have the familiar gold Hampton Classic logo in the middle on a red background, blue border, and...

My ocean town struggles to pick up leaves, offer summer school, and keep our library open. Every day now more men stand at the railroad station, waiting to be chosen for work. Because it’s thought the Hispanics will work for less...

PART TWO Corelli paused for a moment, his black eyes seizing hers. Then he broke into a wide smile.         Louise tried to return the smile but only did so with a feeling that made her wonder if she looked foolish...

PART TWO     Corelli paused for a moment, his black eyes seizing hers. Then he broke into a wide smile.             Louise tried to return the smile but only did so with a feeling that...

The whole trip had gone badly. It was her idea to get away for a week in Geneva, but Martin only reluctantly agreed at the last minute when he suddenly announced that he needed to be in Sicily for a few days. “We could tack it onto the...