Bookmarker is a personal project by @dellsystem to help with retaining reading material. Source on GitHub.

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1 year, 5 months ago

locked out of the largest fraternity in the country project/stunt-story

You keep meaning to cultivate an expertise in spectator sport. More and more you realize that sports trivia is crucial to male camaraderie. You keenly feel your ignorance. You are locked out of the largest fraternity in the country. You’d like to be the kind of guy who can walk into a bar or an eat…

—p.85 Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney
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1 year, 5 months ago

you nod and fill your mouth with beer

You slip into a bar on Forty-fourth, a nice anonymous Irish place where no one has anything on his mind except drinking and sports. On a big video screen at the far end of the long wooden bar is some kind of sporting event. You take a stool and order a beer, then turn your attention to the screen. …

—p.85 by Jay McInerney
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1 year, 5 months ago

the bouquet you ordered for her return topic/heartbreak

It is a warm, humid afternoon. Spring, apparently. Late April or early May. Amanda left in January. There was snow on the ground the morning she called, a whiteness that turned gray and filthy by noon and then disappeared down the sewer grates. Later that morning the florist called about the bouque…

—p.84 by Jay McInerney
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1 year, 5 months ago

she said she wasn’t coming home

A few months ago she was packing for a trip to Paris when she began to cry. You asked her what was wrong. She said she was nervous about the trip. By the time the cab arrived she was fine. You kissed at the door. She told you to water the plants.

The day before she was due home, she called. Her …

—p.75 by Jay McInerney
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1 year, 5 months ago

there was always something elusive about her

You were busy with your own work. There were nights you got home after she was asleep. You looked at her across the breakfast nook in the morning and it often seemed that she was looking through the walls of the apartment building halfway across the continent to the plains, as if she had forgotten …

—p.75 by Jay McInerney