I am Oberleutnant Heini Opitz of Test-Commando 16 and this is not a war story. It's the story of a lunatic revolution-the inmates with Bedlam's keys-and the boys all call me Pitz. We fly (fly? ride!) the Messerschmitt

New York in June was a place to visit, not a place to live in, but it was the place where Fielding had first fallen in love and he was held to it as to the scene of a disaster. Time gives poetry to a battlefield,

Androusha Mille—the great-great-grandson, by the way, of the very same General Evgeny Karlovich Miller, head of the Russian All-General Military union, whom Chekists rubbed out in Paris in 1937

On June 16, 1993, Federal Councilor Hans Luethi was murdered. This incident had a profound effect on Switzerland. Since the deadly shot was fired, two months have passed. The political repercussions

I am sitting in the back of a SMART bus, on my way to Royal Oak, sweating. In my purse is a newspaper-to hide behind, as in bad movies-and three large navel oranges to sustain me through my stakeout. 

My career began with two strokes of good luck—fate, you might say, because as instances of good fortune none could have bettered them. After the war, towards the end of which I served as a cook in

When Jane left me for Barry Kramer, it was a dark and heavy sort of hurt, but she had not been happy in our house anyway, and I felt that there was little to be done.

Helen still had trouble believing her eyes: Walter, all five-hundred pounds of him, lay naked in the bed with a girl, also naked, beneath him. Extending two fingers, Helen poked Walter's arm as if gauging 

She surveys the room where she has slept all the eighteen years of her life: the old brass bed, the pink armchair in the corner where she has read so many books, the Queen Anne tallboy where she

For his first thirty-five years, Joseph Saleeby's mother makes his bed and each of his meals; every morning she makes him read a column of the English dictionary, selected at random, before he is allowed