June 2009
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Campo Santo - W.G. Sebald
“There, in that vast space still almost untouched by human hand, was the abode of the armies of the dead, and clad in the full, billowing cloaks of the brotherhood of corpses, or the colorful uniforms of fusiliers who had fallen on the battlefields of Wagram and Waterloo, they set out from the maquis to ensure that they received the share of life due to...
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Angle of Repose - Wallace Stegner
“The wall spun until Rodman’s face came into focus, framed in the door’s small pane like the face of a fish staring in the visor of a diver’s helmet - a bearded fish that smiled, distorted by the beveled glass, and flapped a vigorous fin.”
p. 21
May 2009
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The Ice Storm - Rick Moody
“His smile was full of cheap sunsets and lonely Christmases.”
p. 75
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The Ice Storm - Rick Moody
“The Ping-Pong table sagged in the middle of the room, like a rotting sea vessel.”
p. 42
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Of Love and Other Demons - Gabriel García Márquez
“He turned around several times and realized he was in the middle of a circle of phantasmagoric nuns with veiled faces who brandished their crucifixes and pursued him with their cries.”
p. 146
April 2009
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Of Love and Other Demons - Gabriel García Márquez
“They spent the mornings stumbling through exercises under the trees in the orchard, she with patience and love and he with the obstinacy of a stonecutter, until the repentant madrigal surrendered to them without regret.”
p. 37
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Pnin -Vladimir Nabokov
“Then the little sedan boldly swung past the front truck and, free at last, spurted up the shining road, which one could make out narrowing to a thread of gold in the soft mist where hill after hill made beauty of distance, and where there was simply no saying what miracle might happen.”
p. 191
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Pnin - Vladimir Nabokov
“They exchanged a few words, she smiled at him in the remembered fashion, from under her dark brows, with that bashful slyness of hers; and the contour of her prominent cheekbones, and the elongated eyes, and the slenderness of arm and ankle were unchanged, were immortal, and then she joined her husband who was getting his overcoat at the cloakroom, and that was...
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Pnin - Vladimir Nabokov
“The piquancy of these pinnacles and the merry, somewhat even inebriated air the mansion had of having been composed of several smaller Northern Villas, hoisted into mid-air and knocked together anyhow, with parts of unassimilated roofs, half-hearted gables, cornices, rustic quoins, and other projections sticking out on all sides, had, alas, but briefly attracted...
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Pnin - Vladimir Nabokov
“Technically speaking, the narrator’s art of integrating telephone conversations still lags far behind that of rendering dialogues conducted from room to room, or from window to window across some narrow blue alley in an ancient town with water so precious, and the misery of donkeys, and rugs for sale, and minarets, and foreigners and melons, and the vibrant...
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