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9 months, 2 weeks ago

fantastically alive and eerily dead at the same time

I set myself for her being rude and difficult although she hadn’t been rude and difficult to me for a long time, but those traits were in her like a shadow, giving her the dimensionality that made her valuable to me, that gave point to her kindness toward me. She had the sloppiest and most uncertai…

—p.514 My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead: Great Love Stories, from Chekhov to Munro INNOCENCE (502) by Harold Brodkey
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9 months, 2 weeks ago

girls were under fearful public pressures

Orra said coming was a minor part of sex for a woman and was a demeaning measure of sexuality. She said it was imposed as a measure by people who knew nothing about sex and judged women childishly.

It seemed to me she was turning a factual thing, coming, into a public-relations thing. But girls …

—p.510 INNOCENCE (502) by Harold Brodkey
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9 months, 2 weeks ago

I admire the authority of being on one’s knees

I distrust summaries, any kind of gliding through time, any too great a claim that one is in control of what one recounts; I think someone who claims to understand but who is obviously calm, someone who claims to write with emotion recollected in tranquility, is a fool and a liar. To understand is …

—p.505 INNOCENCE (502) by Harold Brodkey
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9 months, 2 weeks ago

to see her in sunlight was to see Marxism die

Orra Perkins was a senior. Her looks were like a force that struck you. Truly, people on first meeting her often involuntarily lifted their arms as if about to fend off the brightness of the apparition. She was a somewhat scrawny, tuliplike girl of middling height. To see her in sunlight was to see…

—p.502 INNOCENCE (502) by Harold Brodkey
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he was a Jew and that a Jew suffered

[...] He became touchy and irritable, especially with his landlady, who asked him all manner of personal questions; on the other hand, sensing his own disagreeableness, he waylaid her on the stairs and apologized abjectly, until mortified, she ran from him. Out of this, however, he drew the consola…

—p.481 THE MAGIC BARREL (471) by Bernard Malamud