Reading, Your Mother: Fundamental.

Molly Says, Blog, Friend, Lover, I can explain: I forgot you existed. But here you are, and I want to get back together. I want to take this relationship to the next level. Let’s move from “it’s complicated” to “in a relationship,” Molly Says. But let’s take it slow because I don’t necessarily have anything to say, presently.

I can’t shake the pessimistic feeling that the only real reason I read things is for the hope that when someone asks me “have you read this?” I can say “yes.” I think if I had it my way, I would have everyone imagining that every moment they didnt see me I was huddled over a book somewhere. You know, instead of crouched in front of my laptop, smoking, drinking, or eating.

Nevertheless, here are some stories I’ve read recently that are also available on the web, with my favorite sentences plucked out, designed to titivate:

A & P by John Updike

“You never know for sure how girls’ minds work (do you really think it’s a mind in there or just a little buzz like a bee in a glassjar?) but you got the idea she had talked the other two into coming in here with her, and now she was showing them how to do it, walk slow and hold yourself straight.”

Dimension, by Alice Munro

“It got worse, gradually. No direct forbidding, but more criticism. Lloyd coming up with the theory that Maggie’s boys’ allergies and asthma might be Maggie’s fault. The reason was often the mother, he said. He used to see it at the hospital all the time. The overcontrolling, usually overeducated mother.”

Midnight in Dosteovsky, by Don DeLillo

“This was the day we saw the man in the hooded coat. We argued about the coat—loden coat, anorak, parka. It was our routine; we were ever ready to find a matter to contest. This was why the man had been born, to end up in this town wearing that coat.”

So there you have it. Get to reading and report back to me. And worry not, I’m sure something humiliating will happen to me soon and I’ll be eager to report on it.

2 thoughts on “Reading, Your Mother: Fundamental.

  1. I read Dimensin by Alice Munroe. A quietly hopeful tale. I like the firm sense of ‘mind’. The blankness of external living. Solid piece. Also, I read the New Yorker, wootz.

    I find myself fascinated more by epistolary elements in stories these days. Too much timeon the web perhaps, little of sound aloud. Short blurbs. Emails, 140 characters of illumination, assumption and symbols.

    Thanks for the like. I haven’t read much lately, my inner English major must be sad.

  2. I had to look up “epistolary.” It means:

    –adjective
    1.
    contained in or carried on by letters: an epistolary friendship.
    2.
    of, pertaining to, or consisting of letters.

    You sure do read the New Yorker!

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