Lynn Emanuel

Lynn Emanuel

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Average rating: 3.94 · 304 ratings · 21 reviews · 9 distinct works · Similar authors
Then Suddenly--
3.87 of 5 stars 3.87 avg rating — 108 ratings — published 1999 — 3 editions
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The Dig & Hotel Fiesta
4.07 of 5 stars 4.07 avg rating — 89 ratings — published 1994
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Noose and Hook
3.95 of 5 stars 3.95 avg rating — 61 ratings — published 2010 — 3 editions
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The Dig
3.7 of 5 stars 3.70 avg rating — 20 ratings — published 1992
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Hotel Fiesta
3.88 of 5 stars 3.88 avg rating — 17 ratings — published 2006 — 3 editions
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Oblique Light
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The Technology Of Love
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Willow Springs 63
4.2 of 5 stars 4.20 avg rating — 5 ratings — published 2009
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West Branch Spring/Summer 2...
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“Despite my lovely diction I am going to die.”
Lynn Emanuel

“Like God,

you hover above the page staring down
on a small town. Outside a window
some scenery loafs in a sleepy hammock
of pastoral prose and here is a mongrel
loping and here is a train approaching
the station in three long sentences and
here are the people in galoshes waiting.
But you know this story about the galoshes
is really About Your Life, so, like a diver
climbing over the side of a boat and down
into the ocean, you climb, sentence
by sentence, into this story on this page.

You have been expecting yourself
as a woman who purrs by in a dress
by Patou, and a porter manacled to
the luggage, and a man stalking across
the page like a black cloud in a bad mood.
These are your fellow travelers and
you are a face behind or inside these
faces, a heartbeat in the volley of these
heartbeats, as you choose, out of all
the journeys, the journey of a man
with a mustache scented faintly with
Prince Albert. "He must be a secret
sensualist," you think and your awareness
drifts to his trench coat, worn, softened,
and flabby, a coat with a lobotomy, just
as the train pulls into the station.

No, you would prefer another stop
in a later chapter where the climate is
affable and sleek. But the passengers
are disembarking, and you did not
choose to be in the story of the woman
in the white dress which is as cool and
evil as a glass of radioactive milk. You
did not choose to be in the story of the
matron whose bosom is like the prow
of a ship and who is launched toward
lunch at the Hotel Pierre, or even the
story of the dog-on-a-leash, even though
this is now your story: the story of the
the-dark-road described hurriedly
by someone sitting at the tavern so you could
discover it, although you knew all along
the road would be there, you, who have
been hovering above this page, holding
the book in your hands, like God, reading.”
Lynn Emanuel

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