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

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7 months, 2 weeks ago

if you’d felt her air of docile availability

I got hold of the books she’d asked for – almost immediately, of course. I telephoned her. She came. And it was all so easy that … She hung around chatting until closing time. I lowered the shutters and we talked some more, and all along I was thinking: ‘She’s going to leave now’, ‘She’ll leave any…

—p.461 The Luminous Novel by Mario Levrero
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7 months, 2 weeks ago

my ignorance of how the world works

I’ll carry on, saying that my tears were all those things combined, and something else – the memory of having been very happy for a few hours, enormously happy, deliriously happy. They also reveal the chasm stretching between that age and the age I am now; I had mornings, I had work, salaries were …

—p.460 by Mario Levrero
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7 months, 2 weeks ago

she told me she had separated from her husband

To return to the story of G: we’d got as far as me raising the shutters of the shop each day at 9 a.m. Well, early one morning, the goddess reappeared in the shop. I was by myself; my business partner used to come in the afternoons. She reappeared, strangely enough, at a height altogether more appr…

—p.460 by Mario Levrero
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7 months, 2 weeks ago

a woman like that could never be ours inspo/meet-cute project/stunt-story

First sighting: tall, proud, shapely, with very black hair and a white dress; suave, elegant, warm and educated. Accompanied by a tall, proud, athletic, elegant and educated man. They came into the place where I worked, in the period following the episode with the green-eyed girl – the period of fi…

—p.457 by Mario Levrero
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7 months, 2 weeks ago

I have no great wisdom to pass on

I’m not sure if you can tell, but I’ve breathed life into a deranged monster that’s now pursuing me relentlessly. Of course, of course there was a reason why I resisted and prevaricated so much before writing the first lines of this novel. The most ridiculous episodes of my life are all flooding in…

—p.448 by Mario Levrero