We Don’t Have to Paint Every Darn Brick: Thoughts on Millhauser’s “Eisenheim the Illusionist”

When I read the short story “Eisenheim the Illusionist” by Steven Millhauser, I was instantly enchanted by the attention to detail, the twists and turns, and, of course, the magic. (It is, by the way, completely different from the movie The Illusionist, but that’s another post.) The way Millhauser writes about late 19th century Vienna, … Continue reading We Don’t Have to Paint Every Darn Brick: Thoughts on Millhauser’s “Eisenheim the Illusionist”