Solving (and Not Solving) The Conversions

Hymns to Misunderstanding: Harry Mathews’ First Three Novels

I Read It for the Plot: The Narrative Artistry of Harry Mathews’ Cigarettes

My words aren’t stones to harm you but fences to make you not harm me: On the peculiar generosity of Selected Declarations of Dependence

Short Disclaimers, Extravagant Tablecloths: Harry Mathews, Poet

Tch, Tch: notes on Cigarettes

My Life in CIA, a series of overlapping interactions