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The High Season The High Season by Judy Blundell
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“Ah, now she knew what divorce really was. Sharing decisions with a person you would run down on the street.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“Your enemies are not your enemies forever. Time passes. Things change. They suffer losses deeper than yours. And you realize they are as befuddled as you at the way life goes. Once, they acted badly, they took what they wanted without care. They are just like you, though. At three in the morning, they wander to a window. They stand watching the night sky, and they are afraid.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“skeins of highway”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“helicopter blades purled the air”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“Maybe all relationships, friendship, partner, parent and child, were held together by the things you did not say as much as the things you did. The unsaid was the keystone in the arch. Once you kicked it free, you had nothing that held you up.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“Had the disappointments of middle age, the sorrow of a failed marriage, drained something out of her, what her father used to call her pep? Had she lost so much vitality that a young man could see right through her?”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“Ah, now she knew what divorce really was. Sharing decisions with a person you would run down on the street.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“What surprised her the most about her quiet winter and spring was how often she thought of her mother. It was like discovering a new vein of grief. Maybe it was because mourning a marriage was like mourning a parent—you miss the person you wished you had, as well as the one you did.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“Ruthie’s story wasn’t a love story, though, so this wasn’t a beginning, or an end. It could be too late, no matter what Penny thought. No matter what she herself thought, or Joe thought, or how deeply they would fall. Whatever was going to happen could fall apart or melt away. It could be frost on a windowpane, dew on the grass. But stop, look, how beautiful is that.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“I’m not usually a maniac. I don’t really get angry. I just get sort of circular. Thinking, oh God, this is probably my fault for not doing whatever, and then, I don’t know, I talk myself out of anger because it rarely gets the right results, does it? So it just sort of dissipates instead of getting expelled. I mean, not expelled in a school way, in a purgative way.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“How did you learn how to do this, whittle the complex down to simple?”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“to”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“All along you could have done one thing. One thing simpler than al the rest. You could have told the truth about how you felt. Publicly. You could have stood up and said This is happening and it's wrong.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“All along you could have done one thing. One thing simpler than all the rest. You could have told the truth about how you felt. Publicly. You could have stood up and said This is happening and it's wrong.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“IF ONE END of Long Island was a fish mouth ready to chomp on the barb of Manhattan, the tail fin was the East End, split down the middle with Shelter Island between the two. Let the billionaires have the Hamptons on the South Fork, with the shops and restaurants and parties that re-created what made them so exquisitely comfy in Manhattan. The North Fork was two ferry rides away, and it showed. It was farm stands on actual farms. It was pies and parades and stony beaches that hurt your feet, banging screen doors and peaches eaten over the sink.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“Things happened and broke you, and you spent a lot of time putting yourself back together, and then it turned out you were the same old person, with sadness stitched in the seams.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season
“The secret was to let the monster bearing down on you know that you had a path and you were sticking to it. The secret was to take your time.”
Judy Blundell, The High Season