by Sherwood Anderson
There is a story.–I cannot tell it.–I have no words. The story is almost forgotten but sometimes I remember.
The story concerns three men in a house in a street. If I could say the words I … Read the rest
Category: Sherwood Anderson
The Egg
by Sherwood Anderson
My father was, I am sure, intended by nature to be a cheerful, kindly man. Until he was thirty-four years old he worked as a farm-hand for a man named Thomas Butterworth whose place lay near the … Read the rest
The Man in the Brown Coat
by Sherwood Anderson
Napoleon went down into a battle riding on a horse. Alexander went down into a battle riding on a horse. General Grant got off a horse and walked in a wood. General Hindenburg stood on a hill. … Read the rest
The Man With The Trumpet
by Sherwood Anderson
I stated it as definitely as I could. I was in a room with them.
They had tongues like me, and hair and eyes.
I got up out of my chair and said it as definitely as … Read the rest
The New Englander
by Sherwood Anderson
Her name was Elsie Leander and her girlhood was spent on her father’s farm in Vermont. For several generations the Leanders had all lived on the same farm and had all married thin women, and so she … Read the rest
The Other Woman
by Sherwood Anderson
“I am in love with my wife,” he said–a superfluous remark, as I had not questioned his attachment to the woman he had married. We walked for ten minutes and then he said it again. I turned … Read the rest
Unlighted Lamps
by Sherwood Anderson
Mary Cochran went out of the rooms where she lived with her father, Doctor Lester Cochran, at seven o’clock on a Sunday evening. It was June of the year nineteen hundred and eight and Mary was eighteen … Read the rest
War
by Sherwood Anderson
The story came to me from a woman met on a train. The car was crowded and I took the seat beside her. There was a man in the offing who belonged with her–a slender girlish figure … Read the rest
The Work of Gertrude Stein
by Sherwood Anderson
ONE evening in the winter, some years ago, my brother came to my rooms in the city of Chicago bringing with him a book by Gertrude Stein. The book was called Tender Buttons and, just at that … Read the rest
The Door of the Trap
by Sherwood Anderson
Winifred Walker understood some things clearly enough. She understood that when a man is put behind iron bars he is in prison. Marriage was marriage to her.
It was that to her husband Hugh Walker, too, as … Read the rest