The Library at Mount Char

by Scott Hawkins

Buddhism for Assholes

Hell of a chapter name

She knew every word that had ever been spoken, but she could think of nothing to say that might ease his grief.

Gangsta, baby, he thought, and wet himself.

Somewhere out in the impossible distances of the night he heard the Bronx chick saying “Oh. My. Gawd.”

Clari? Lmao

Steve was quiet for a long time. “Are you still there?” “What? Yes. Sorry. I was trying imagine sticking something up a lion’s ass. I don’t think I’m quite there yet.”

“No. The Buddha teaches respect for all life.” Then, under his breath. “I guess I did shoot a couple though.” “There’s blood all over your fuckin’ door too, man. You get in a assident or something?” “Nope. Dog fight.” Something occurred to him. “Hey, is there a vet around here?” The kid looked at him like he was crazy. “Man, ain’t no vet gonna help that dog. He’s cut in half, yo!”

What in the world is this dialouge lmao

Steve sighed, wishing for a cigarette. “The Buddha teaches respect for all life.” “Oh.” She considered this. “Are you a Buddhist?” “No. I’m an asshole. But I keep trying.”