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Flashdance

2
terms
8
notes

her marriage etc

Karr, M. (None). Flashdance. In Karr, M. Lit. None, pp. 71-162

82

Effortless, excellence has to be. Tossed off, reflecting the ease you're born to [...] Strife and strain are all the world can offer, and they temper you into something unbreakable, because Lord knows they'll try--without letup--to break you. Where I come from, house guests have to know you've sweated over a stove, for sweat is how care is shown. At the Whitbreads', preparations are both slapdash and immaculate. You toss some melba toast on a plate next to a fragrant St. Andre triple-creme cheese, or on Christmas Eve, half a pound of caviar casually flipped into a silver urn.

It's taken me so much effort just to do as medium-shitty as I've heretofore done. Just to drop out of college, stay alive, and have my teeth taken care of.

when she first visits Walt's family

—p.82 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago

Effortless, excellence has to be. Tossed off, reflecting the ease you're born to [...] Strife and strain are all the world can offer, and they temper you into something unbreakable, because Lord knows they'll try--without letup--to break you. Where I come from, house guests have to know you've sweated over a stove, for sweat is how care is shown. At the Whitbreads', preparations are both slapdash and immaculate. You toss some melba toast on a plate next to a fragrant St. Andre triple-creme cheese, or on Christmas Eve, half a pound of caviar casually flipped into a silver urn.

It's taken me so much effort just to do as medium-shitty as I've heretofore done. Just to drop out of college, stay alive, and have my teeth taken care of.

when she first visits Walt's family

—p.82 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago
83

[...] I want to believe I'm at home with these composed individuals. They're liberal in their politics, after all. From where I sit on the low settee wedged among needlepoint pillows, I can see a whole shelf devoted to the egalitarian writings of Thomas Jefferson. Surely they recognize my native intellect. [...]

—p.83 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago

[...] I want to believe I'm at home with these composed individuals. They're liberal in their politics, after all. From where I sit on the low settee wedged among needlepoint pillows, I can see a whole shelf devoted to the egalitarian writings of Thomas Jefferson. Surely they recognize my native intellect. [...]

—p.83 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago
94

[...] As he's locking up, he says--color blazing high on his flared cheekbones--And you quit your job. With your school loans and your father sick. Are you crazy?

says the guy with a trust fund and no debt lol (classic case of intergenerational inequality)

in other news, universal education and healthcare are both great ideas

—p.94 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago

[...] As he's locking up, he says--color blazing high on his flared cheekbones--And you quit your job. With your school loans and your father sick. Are you crazy?

says the guy with a trust fund and no debt lol (classic case of intergenerational inequality)

in other news, universal education and healthcare are both great ideas

—p.94 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago

difficult to control; unruly; irritable and quarrelsome

104

To make us appear even more fractious

—p.104 by Mary Karr
notable
2 years, 4 months ago

To make us appear even more fractious

—p.104 by Mary Karr
notable
2 years, 4 months ago
111

Yet for every conceivable holiday--from Easter lamb to Christmas ham--our tin-car car crunches up the drive to the Whitbread estate, which lures me in some ways and yet always saps me dry. This isn't meant to sound peevish, for the Whitbreads are never not nice. But from the second I haul my bag up the curved stair, the place drains me of force like a battery going rust. Maybe it's all the fine wines I take in. Of those many visits, I remember absolutely nil. Beyond sitting at a table while plates appear and get swept away, I can't recount one damn thing we did.

i feel u

—p.111 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago

Yet for every conceivable holiday--from Easter lamb to Christmas ham--our tin-car car crunches up the drive to the Whitbread estate, which lures me in some ways and yet always saps me dry. This isn't meant to sound peevish, for the Whitbreads are never not nice. But from the second I haul my bag up the curved stair, the place drains me of force like a battery going rust. Maybe it's all the fine wines I take in. Of those many visits, I remember absolutely nil. Beyond sitting at a table while plates appear and get swept away, I can't recount one damn thing we did.

i feel u

—p.111 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago
122

I thought you wanted that party we're having, he says, with your sister coming for a week.

This party--our first--was long negotiated. He's noting the traffic to and from the airport, the hours of writing he'll lose. Should I offer to cancel the party in order to be picked up? When he hangs up, I feel confident that I'll see him at the gate.

chronicle of a divorce foretold

—p.122 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago

I thought you wanted that party we're having, he says, with your sister coming for a week.

This party--our first--was long negotiated. He's noting the traffic to and from the airport, the hours of writing he'll lose. Should I offer to cancel the party in order to be picked up? When he hangs up, I feel confident that I'll see him at the gate.

chronicle of a divorce foretold

—p.122 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago
135

Frogs were keeping time in air drenched with honeysuckle.

beautiful line. interspersed between dialogue (with her father)

—p.135 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago

Frogs were keeping time in air drenched with honeysuckle.

beautiful line. interspersed between dialogue (with her father)

—p.135 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago

(noun) a transverse drain

136

I come to the culvert I had on the night of the assault imagined my blue corpse floating in

—p.136 by Mary Karr
notable
2 years, 4 months ago

I come to the culvert I had on the night of the assault imagined my blue corpse floating in

—p.136 by Mary Karr
notable
2 years, 4 months ago
139

[...] And so begins what I see as his slow fade from me. We talk less and less, and since we both grew up in houses schooled to letting people vaporize into their own internal deserts with alacrity, we each let the other get smaller.

the beginning of the end, after she announces her pregnancy

—p.139 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago

[...] And so begins what I see as his slow fade from me. We talk less and less, and since we both grew up in houses schooled to letting people vaporize into their own internal deserts with alacrity, we each let the other get smaller.

the beginning of the end, after she announces her pregnancy

—p.139 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago
158

[...] I tell the husband I've got it because it ticks another plus sign in my column in this game of shit-eating I have composed my marriage to be. Whoever eats the biggest shit sandwich wins, and I'm playing to justify the fact that I'd rather drink than love.

—p.158 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago

[...] I tell the husband I've got it because it ticks another plus sign in my column in this game of shit-eating I have composed my marriage to be. Whoever eats the biggest shit sandwich wins, and I'm playing to justify the fact that I'd rather drink than love.

—p.158 by Mary Karr 2 years, 4 months ago