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Gaither Stewart

After a career in journalism, Stewart now writes fiction, including his novels Asheville and The Trojan Spy (Callio Press 2010). He lives in Rome, and is senior contributing editor at Cyrano's Journal Online.

The conductor

[ fiction - january 09 ]

"One evening, a year and a half ago, a well-dressed, middle-aged man had arrived at sleeping car number 091 of the Palatino positioned on platform 23 of Rome Termini Station at one minute prior to the 19:35 departure for Paris."

Chess and liana

[ fiction - october 08 ]

"My life is a calvary. My only hope is to die young. I'll die from my obsessions."

The Count of Montagna

[ fiction - september 08 ]

"My way of speaking has changed no less than I myself. "I give up," I say. "I can't return whole to what I was... if I don't speak the same language."

Voices from Pisalocca

[ fiction - august 08 ]

"I was trying to gather the courage to come in and rob you." "Uh, would you like a coffee or some tea instead?"

The priest and the shaman

[ fiction - july 08 ]

"Last June, she eliminated pasta from her diet. Then in July she cut out potatoes and starches, and most sweets in August. Eliana began to see food as her number one enemy."

Europe's roots in social justice: the European Idea

[ opinion - may 08 ]

"For the first time since Mussolinian Fascism outlawed them early last century, there will be no Socialists and Communists in the new Italian Parliament elected in general elections in mid-April."

The shoe string miracle

[ fiction - may 08 ]

"Their legs dangling over the vertical drop, the two of them, the village idiot and the tall Russian painter, stare fixedly at the ravine below. For several moments they sit in silence. "

Lady from Milan

[ fiction - april 08 ]

A short story about holidays.

Owl in the water pit

[ fiction - february 08 ]

"Martin had intuited what the forecasters with their radar and wind charts and historical records ignored. Some unusual and unpredictable quirk of nature was about to materialize."

Algodón

[ fiction - january 08 ]

"As the days passed I felt my normal controls departing a little more each time. Feelings of propriety or dependability or supportiveness abandoned me."