Clearly, having only four shillings to my name I needed a job. At least until the end of the week when, for my mother’s sweet...

I want to tell you a story. It isn’t from a book—it happened to me personally. I’ve kept it secret all these years, but I...

When a phrase grows trite it is, I suppose, usual enough that the fact behind the phrase should lose some of its reality. It is...

I met Sara Rosalsky’s daughter, Mrs. Hyman, at the home of a friend where I was baby-sitting. One day she asked me to work for...

“Treasure!” said Usher’s mother. “Come here and look me straight in the face and tell me what you see.” “Nothing! I see nothing, Ma,” said Usher. “The...

Max brodsky reread the ad in the sales section of the Help Wanted column in the Times: Int yg mn, marr, exp not nec, avct,...

The trees were ablaze. The water was on fire. Anna Cooperman spent her days sitting on the bank of the Charles River or the pond...

The junior counsellor ran up to the division head. “We found the Torah in Mickey Rosen’s trunk,” he said breathlessly. From this statement one might surmise that...

A black-browed angry-looking man he was, and the games he played with his children were always angry games: he was chasing them, he was growling...

Their house peeked anonymously from its row with nothing to show it was a cross they were bearing up to their Golgotha. In days gone...

It is several years since we have printed a short story by Bernard Malamud; his last previous one was “The Loan,” in our July 1952...

The thin man of indeterminate age who was inquiring his way near the campus carried a large notebook and several thick volumes. He held these...