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Amelia Gray
Goodreads Author
Born
in Tucson, The United States
Website
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Genre
Influences
Joyce Carol Oates, Nell Zink, Joy Williams
Member Since
September 2007
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Gutshot
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published
2015
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10 editions
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Threats
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published
2012
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13 editions
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AM/PM
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published
2009
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7 editions
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Museum of the Weird
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published
2010
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4 editions
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Isadora
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2017
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The Swan as Metaphor for Love
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These Are the Fables
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2013
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On The Predator
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published
2012
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The Death of Mother
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Menaces
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THREATS Excerpt
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The tape on the package was striped with waxed string. David dug his fingernails underneath the perimeter of the tape and clawed at it. He didn’t want to go to the kitchen for a knife, and he spent an extra piece of time examining the entire package to find the loose end that could be pulled up. Inside the package was a Styrofoam carton, sealed with another kind of thick tape. A receipt was atta Read more of this blog post »
The tape on the package was striped with waxed string. David dug his fingernails underneath the perimeter of the tape and clawed at it. He didn’t want to go to the kitchen for a knife, and he spent an extra piece of time examining the entire package to find the loose end that could be pulled up. Inside the package was a Styrofoam carton, sealed with another kind of thick tape. A receipt was atta Read more of this blog post »
“Tess realized one of the great modern dating sadnesses: everyone is so used to the comforting glow of the computer screen that no one can go so far as to say "good morning" in public without being liquored up.”
― AM/PM
― AM/PM
“Why does the rain make us feel so romantic and strange? Maybe it's the fact that we are unnatural spectators of it, from inside our homes, and it is a reminder that we have the power to live our whole lives like this, if we choose. It's not the smell of fertile ground kicked up by raindrops, or the slick leaves, or the way we must amplify our voices to be heard over this larger presence. It's the power of the rooftop that makes us want to fuck under it.”
― AM/PM
― AM/PM
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| Romance Forum Ref...: Historical Group Write Discussion - **SPOILERS** - No Planning Allowed! | 985 | 106 | Jun 05, 2012 07:05PM | |
| 2013 Books!: 2013 Book List | 1167 | 422 | Jan 01, 2014 09:34AM | |
| The Next Best Boo...: Dionisia's 2013 Reading List | 20 | 209 | Jan 01, 2014 01:00PM | |
The Seasonal Read...:
Winter Challenge 2013: Completed Tasks (Do Not Delete Posts)
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The Seasonal Read...:
Spring 2015 Completed Tasks - DO NOT DELETE POSTS
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Tournament of Books:
Gutshot: Stories, by Amelia Gray
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22 | 62 | Jan 03, 2016 05:30PM | |
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Tournament of Books:
Sweetland, by Michael Crummey
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64 | 103 | Jan 21, 2016 11:35AM | |
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Tournament of Books:
Round 8: Undermajordomo Minor vs. Gutshot
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27 | 73 | Jan 26, 2016 01:08PM |
“ Let us consider the farmer who makes his straw hat his
sweetheart; or the old woman who makes a floor lamp her son;
or the young woman who has set herself the task of scraping
her shadow off a wall....
Let us consider the old woman who wore smoked cows’
tongues for shoes and walked a meadow gathering cow chips
in her apron; or a mirror grown dark with age that was given
to a blind man who spent his nights looking into it, which
saddened his mother, that her son should be so lost in
vanity....
Let us consider the man who fried roses for his dinner,
whose kitchen smelled like a burning rose garden; or the man
who disguised himself as a moth and ate his overcoat, and for
dessert served himself a chilled fedora.... ”
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sweetheart; or the old woman who makes a floor lamp her son;
or the young woman who has set herself the task of scraping
her shadow off a wall....
Let us consider the old woman who wore smoked cows’
tongues for shoes and walked a meadow gathering cow chips
in her apron; or a mirror grown dark with age that was given
to a blind man who spent his nights looking into it, which
saddened his mother, that her son should be so lost in
vanity....
Let us consider the man who fried roses for his dinner,
whose kitchen smelled like a burning rose garden; or the man
who disguised himself as a moth and ate his overcoat, and for
dessert served himself a chilled fedora.... ”
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“I tell my students, 'When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for, just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else. If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else. This is not just a grab-bag candy game.”
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