Eliot ChenThe FieldsThe faintly orange headlight of the car slashed open a wedge of glow on the long and narrow road that cut through the vast field of corns…Dec 26, 2021Dec 26, 2021
Eliot ChenI was in a narrow bathroom of a McDonald’s, throwing up, during the last hours of 2019, presumably…It is funny; however hard critics try to rule out the contingencies involved in literary appreciation, reading is never a gesture taking…Aug 29, 2021Aug 29, 2021
Eliot Chenwriting on the debris oI was in a narrow bathroom of a McDonald’s, throwing up, during the last hours of 2019, presumably due to anxiety during final seasons…Jul 21, 2020Jul 21, 2020
Eliot ChenReading Nabokov in the Gap Between Languageseven though sometimes literariness is what is lost in translation, yet sometimes it grows precisely from the gap between languages.Dec 26, 2019Dec 26, 2019