“Sure, the sales tax on books purchased at our store contributes to a better quality of life for all Californians, including social services for the elderly and disabled, but collecting sales tax kind of feels like overkill. We do enough for the community anyway,”
There is a huge gap in my reading history, and it is filled with unopened copies of every book written by Don DeLillo. That’s a lie, I read Libra. There was a time when I seemed to be convinced that Oswald couldn’t possibly have done that shooting job on his own. I read the first fifty pages of Underworld (that’s me lying again), which was great. Have I tried to make it work between myself and Don? Of course.
I’m left with this memory from early in the book, when an artist and master of all-encompassing charm, spent a weekend, one lousy weekend, in a stuffy middle class domicile. The withdrawal of charm is a terrible thing. Once you’ve experienced it and then had it taken away. It’s like being thrown out of Eden just when you were getting used to the place.
McHugh gives the reader great set pieces; the interiors of apartment buildings which have been looted or a pharmacy that has nothing left inside, except expired medications. Cahill builds a life in the small corners of the city and observes the dwindling zombie population while trying to remember what it is like outside the walls. Meanwhile he’s sharpening his game on the latest “inmates”.
I think you’d like Turgenev. He is always ironic but he is gentler and less determinist than Chekhov. Sometimes in reading Chekhov’s stories I grow angry with him for not allowing his characters to escape or change. Chekhov’s way of seeing the world around him has a moral significance…
In There But For The, the more you love wordplay, the more uplifting a character you are. And Miles is a master. He writes Mark a letter on what the word and means. The word is a conjunction. I hope you got that because I’m not helping you with it. There is also a fine sentence later on that uses the word the five times at the beginning of a sentence. The the the… I can only handle three iterations. That’s my limit.