What do you think?
Rate this book
320 pages, Paperback
First published January 27, 2009
"Parnell watched as under Bern's pen the story formed, neat and relentless, threads ordered from chaos."
"With the gravity of a religious ceremony, her tablemates flicked out fresh white napkins and veiled their faces with them. To hide, someone said, from the eyes of God. The porcelain girl held hers like a mantilla for a moment before she dropped it over her face. Bern did not: she watched, holding her breath, as each person reached for his own small bird, and made it disappear behind the veil. For a long time, at least fifteen minutes, there were the wet sounds of chewing, small bones cracking, a lady's voluptuous moan."
"A stillness came into Bern as she observed this, a chill, as if she were watching from a very distant place. Later, she would read of what the others tasted just then; the savory fat, representing God, followed by the bitter entrails, which is the suffering of Jesus, followed by the bones, which lacerated their mouths so they tasted their own blood. All three tastes comingled became the Trinity, Bern, to whom Christianity was a gorgeous myth, like literature, saw the barbarian heart of all the beauty."