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Gilbert Keith “G. K.” Chesterton (29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936)

English writer, poet, philosopher, dramatist, journalist, orator, lay theologian, biographer, and literary and art critic. Chesterton is often referred to as the “prince of paradox”. Chesterton is well known for his fictional priest-detective Father Brown, and for his reasoned apologetics. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: 1.-2. Frontispiece and title page from Varied Types By G. K. Chesterton. New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, 1909.  3. Title page from A Miscellany of Men By G. K. Chesterton. New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, 1912.

Three Minutes

Rules are: write a title, set a timer for three minutes, and write like mad! Post whatever you come up with, whether it’s turned into a story or not. Feel free to join! (And to tweak a few sentences once the timer runs out. No judgement! It’s just for fun.)

Hospital Beds

I wait until they’re gone to get up. They take the lights with them. The lights, the food, the water jug, the poker for the fire. The extra firewood. Anything I could hurt myself with. Anything I could hurt the others with.
The door clicks shut, and I slid out of bed and pad over to the windows. They’re latched, latched and locked, but I learned long ago how to jiggle them open. It doesn’t matter, anyway. It’s too far down to jump, unless I’m in a hurry to die. I’m not, not tonight, and I open the windows only so the wind can get in. The wind. The light of the stars. The night. Everything the nurses don’t let me have, everything they think is dangerous for me.
The other girls hear me get up, and they wriggle out of their beds and come over. Their braids are tousled, their bangs too long and in their eyes. Some of them have been asleep, but they all wake up when the nurses leave. It’s our only chance to breathe. Our only chance to live.

Professional violinist Min Kym had found her perfect partner in a 1696 Stradivarius — until it was snatched in a London cafe. She says, “I didn’t know who I was anymore, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt as though I was just a sort of shell of a person.”

Kym comes to terms with that loss in her new memoir, Gone: A Girl, A Violin, A Life Unstrung.

Her Violin Stolen, A Prodigy’s World Became ‘Unstrung’