Status Updates From Birds of America: Stories

I really eat up lorrie moores dark humor and human observation.. “ these days, however, he seems anxious and elderly. There is a pain in his eyes, something sad and unfocused that sometimes stabs at them— the fear of a misspent life, or an uncertainty as to where he’s left the keys.”

Did not finish.

“ it was part of their effort, not to become their parents, their marriage, they knew, held that hazard. The functional disenchantment, the sweet habit of each other had begun to put lines around her mouth, lines that look like quotation marks— as if everything she said had already been said before.”

“ I am thinking of the dancing bodies magnificent in ostentatious scorn. This is how we offer ourselves, enter heaven, enter speaking: we say with motion, in space, This is what life’s done so far down here; this is all and what and everything it’s managed— this body, these bodies, that body— so what do you think, Heaven? What do you fucking think?”

Finished the first two short stories.. I love slightly glum depictions of women and all their idiosyncrasies.

Overheard, or recorded, all marital conversation sounds as if someone must be joking, though usually no one is.