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Lithium for Medea Lithium for Medea by Kate Braverman
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“Los Angeles, brutal claustrophobic basin of delusion and ripoff, clutter, eerie, sticky, horrible. They came, they saw and wend blind. O hallucination of urban gray slabs. . . . Poor ruined sunsore and sadness for demented City of Angels, of white torment and hideous albino predator birds.”
Kate Braverman, Lithium for Medea
“Los Angeles. . . . It was some sort of organic ruin, an accident of architecture and brutal necessity. The iridescence was somehow almost legible, suggesting a calligraphy of exposed bone, transparencies, experimental skin grafts. The blood of Los Angeles was a red neon wash, a kind of sea of autistic traffic lights.”
Kate Braverman, Lithium for Medea
“Los Angeles is like a white world, filled with ever smaller white circles, leading to some perfect white core. Los Angeles is where the angels with their white capped teeth and their white tennis dresses, gradually edged closer to the pure center, ambrosia, the fountain of youth.”
Kate Braverman, Lithium for Medea
“My father is taking me to my first baseball game. The Philadelphia Athletics are playing. I feel I've been sitting on my strange hard seat for a long time. I stand up. It is the National Anthem.
"I want to go home now," I tell my father.
He is looking down at the big green field. "But the game hasn't started yet," he says.
Then he shrugs. He laughs and his laughter is big like the wind. "O.K., kid. O.K."
And he takes my by the hand and leads me out of the stadium.”
Kate Braverman, Lithium for Medea
“I’ve always lived here, by the sea. I was a beach brat. I was born riding the peak of a crest of a wave. I was born with salt in my eyes. No, I mean it. I was conceived right down there on that beach. Six years old and surfing. It’s all that sea in me. That’s what makes my eyes change color. I’ve got waves inside. The ocean runs through me, man.”
Kate Braverman, Lithium for Medea: A Novel
“It was simple. A door opened. A crevice was torn in the fabric. Something entered. It stalked. It was a hunter. It was hungry but mindless as a shark. It would take anything. It was enormous.”
Kate Braverman, Lithium for Medea
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