We got to the bridge. I looked up at Irena’s window and hoped she was watching, but she wasn’t. Naturally. She should see me now. But no such luck. I could already imagine fighting the Germans off in the woods and Irena hiding down in the cellar or somewhere. The whole thing lost all its cha...
Joseph Skvorecky was a writer who experimented with many genres. With the occasional misfire, he was successful most of the time. The two novellas in this collection constitute a foray into the occult and fantastic. While Emoke is an honourable effort, the Bass Saxophone is a resounding succ...