"I had feared and despised the [Vietnam] war, but I would have pooped in my pants and popped right over had someone told me to do so—"
~~ from Across My Big Brass Bed by Gary Amdahl
Elif Batuman's transnational quest to meet with Sayaka Murata several times culminates, if I recall correctly--which I may not so consider this paraphrased--with Murata's "We're all out of our mind."
"I can tell she is judging the other mother for being weak, for breaking. She gives me that smile that says she can’t believe I chose to wear these shoes in public and cracks her knuckles."
We've found the eBay reseller of our dreams. Bid now.
I set this one down for a week, but now I'm back into it and almost finished. It's good.
This week, I read Louis Menand's look back on America's desegregation of schools as well as Vivian Gornick's further considerations of City College in New York City. I'm working on the Larry McMurtry piece by Thomas Powers right now.
I think the opening of The Joke by Milan Kundera whenever I return to Philadelphia.
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