|Henri Matisse: Interior at Nice (Room at the Beau Rivage), 1917–1918|
At NYBooks.com you can read a short story by J.M. Coetzee. I've read and enjoyed a couple of his books. This story is Lies and begins,
Dear Norma,I pray I won't refuse to recognize the truth if I come to such a pass.
I am writing from San Juan, from the one and only hotel here. I visited Mother this afternoon—a half-hour drive along a tortuous road. Her condition is as bad as I had feared, and worse. She cannot walk without her stick, and even then she is very slow. She has not been able to climb the stairs since returning from the hospital. She sleeps on the sofa in the living room.