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"Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions."

Life is a gift horse in my opinion.

He had what could be called a third-class leading man's speaking voice: narcissistically deep and resonant, functionally prepared at any moment to out-male anyone in the same room with it.

Ṣocante primele 2 povestiri! Ritm, veridicitate, imprevizibile, sper s-o ținã tot aṣa!

The small boy, who was about five, wasn't ready to sit down yet. He slid out of, then discarded his reefer.


🤨🤨 Okay then

I'd packed all my belongings into my barrack bag, including a canvas gas-mask container full of books that I'd shipped over from the Other Side. (The gas mask itself I'd slipped through a porthole on the Mauritania some weeks earlier.)

My God, this is a man who'd have a Goodreads account

Then the Chief took over, revealing what had formerly been a well-concealed flair for incompetence.

Dufarge and his daughter (an exquisite girl, though something of a transvestite) became the Laughing Man's bitterest enemies.


Well okay then, that's certainly an introduction 😂

Half of these stories are boring, but the good ones are amazing. The Laughing Man is so good.

"I never in my life would've thought you could be so small about anything," said Selena, who was just angry enough to use the word "small" but not quite brave enough to emphasize it.

Insults have changed a lot in seventy years 😂

Just Before the War With the ---: J.D. "I'm so random and silly here's a normal story with crazy men and shocked women and oh, here's a really morbid detail at the end!" Salinger

Mrs. Carpenter sighed. "All right. Now go run and play, pussy. Mommy's going up to the hotel to have a martini with Mrs. Hubbel. I'll bring you the olive."

Ahahaha times have changed a bit 😄

Uncle Wiggily in Connecticut: a tad racist and strangely developed

A Perfect Day for Bananafish: Quintessential Salinger, his influence on my writing style is crazy. Morbid as hell.

feels like a weird fever dream, the ties between him kissing her feet and him yelling at woman for "Looking at His" and then he kills himself

alright

Love the flow of Salinger’s writing (duh), intrigued by the themes of post war trauma…

“Teddy olhou pela primeira vez diretamente para ele. - O senhor é poeta? - perguntou.
- Poeta? - disse Nicholson. -
Santo Deus, não. Infelizmente, não. Porque perguntas?
- Não sei. Os poetas estão sempre a fazer do tempo uma questão muito pessoal. Estão sempre a associar as emoções deles a coisas que não têm emoções.”

“É um facto que sempre se torna óbvio demasiado tarde, mas a diferença mais notável entre a felicidade e a alegria é que a felicidade é um sólido e a alegria um líquido.”

“- Então porque é que te casaste com ele, afinal? - disse Mary
Jane.
- Oh, poça! Sei lá. Ele disse-me que adorava Jane Austen. Disse-me que os livros dela eram muito importantes para ele. Foram exatamente essas as palavras dele. Já depois de casarmos, descobri que ele não tinha lido um único livro dela. Sabes quem é o autor favorito dele?
Mary Jane abanou a cabeça.”

i see where the writingsstyles are similar to the catcher and the rye i love that its from a female main characters pov

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the stories were great and well written but i slowly lost interest and decided to drop the book off at a library.

😭

Salinger's writing style feels to me like an odd cross between Fitzgerald and Steinbeck. I like it, but I don't understand it half the time. Oh well.

Reading this because of the following messages I got from Beth: “what are you reading right now?” “actually its irrelevant” “tomorrow I shall give you this book” “and you will read it” “and it will change your life”

Slowing down a bit

The Laughing Man was the best one yet

Man the second story had me flying through pages.

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