Short Fiction
Saki, 1904
Edwardian England seen from the side: a talking cat, a private childhood god, and a socialist who enjoys her money. Saki’s wit is a scalpel with a smile.
Saki
1870–1916
Saki was born Hector Hugh Munro in Burma and raised in Devon by his grandmother and aunts; he enlisted at 43 and was killed by a sniper in 1916.
Feels like society, unease and wonder.
What a wild animal loses when we call its cage a home.
“In a few cases only. Nothing will make me believe that an acre or so of concrete enclosure will make up to a wolf or a tiger-cat for the range of night prowling that would belong to it in a wild state. Think of the dictionary of sound and scent and recollection that unfolds before a real wild beast as it comes out from its lair every evening, with the knowledge that in a few minutes it will be hieing along to some distant hunting ground where all the joy and fury of the chase awaits it; think of the crowded sensations of the brain when every rustle, every cry, every bent twig, and every whiff across the nostrils means something, something to do with life and death and dinner. Books by Saki
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