narrator

“You were going to work your way into my marriage and you were going to call its new three-way shape holy” the narrator recounts.

Could you talk a minute about the notion of being an unreliable narrator?

In “Sleigh Ride,” the narrator is painting a scene so perfect that it could be featured on an iconic Currier and Ives print.

The narrator is suggesting that they build a snowman that looks like a minister.

Koenig has not been a sterile, objective narrator; she has openly voiced her biases, concerns, and gut feelings all along.

With such a faculty Balzac could not be, like Edgar Poe, merely a narrator of nightmares.

For many years they did not furnish any exciting or even interesting matter to this narrator.

I felt some curiosity as to the interrupted narrative, even in despite of the evident frivolity of the narrator.

The narrator dwelt on the flirtation lovingly, and at great length, but here we are obliged to curtail it.

These questions have very much the appearance of having been invented by the narrator for the sake of the answers.