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Such high praise warrants investigation, and thus…. I sat down with it at 9am this morning, meaning to read one story before embarking on another novel. I finished it at She writes stories and poems which are located in half a dozen networks of fantastical literature — enmeshed in fairytale, folklore and myth, invoking late 18th century Gothic and mid 19th century Medievalism — but remakes and reorients them for her own lyrical purposes.

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The subject matter might sound ubiquitous — certainly alternate versions of fairytales are dime a dozen these days — but it is anything but. Thereby the story of Sleeping Beauty is also the story of a transformed nation, in which all of our own values and political norms are alien and virtually unthinkable. And secondly, it thrusts aside the unifying vision of the fairytale narrator and replaces it with a dozen voices. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.

Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature. We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall. A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. Most really pretty girls have pretty ugly feet, and so does Mindy Metalman, Lenore notices, all of a sudden.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. One summer afternoon Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary.

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Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. I did not drag my father beyond this tree. He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it—was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters.

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo. The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.

In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods. The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. Someone must have slandered Josef K. I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly considered how much depended upon what they were then doing;—that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;—and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost:—Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,—I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world, from that, in which the reader is likely to see me.

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. Hiram Clegg, together with his wife Emma and four friends of the faith from Randolph Junction, were summoned by the Spirit and Mrs. Clara Collins, widow of the beloved Nazarene preacher Ely Collins, to West Condon on the weekend of the eighteenth and nineteenth of April, there to await the End of the World. On my naming day when I come 12 I gone front spear and kilt a wyld boar he parbly ben the las wyld pig on the Bundel Downs any how there hadnt ben none for a long time befor him nor I aint looking to see none agen.

High, high above the North Pole, on the first day of , two professors of English Literature approached each other at a combined velocity of miles per hour. Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing. There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

What if this young woman, who writes such bad poems, in competition with her husband, whose poems are equally bad, should stretch her remarkably long and well-made legs out before you, so that her skirt slips up to the tops of her stockings? She waited, Kate Croy, for her father to come in, but he kept her unconscionably, and there were moments at which she showed herself, in the glass over the mantel, a face positively pale with the irritation that had brought her to the point of going away without sight of him. He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull.

In the last years of the Seventeenth Century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the London coffee-houses one rangy, gangling flitch called Ebenezer Cooke, more ambitious than talented, and yet more talented than prudent, who, like his friends-in-folly, all of whom were supposed to be educating at Oxford or Cambridge, had found the sound of Mother English more fun to game with than her sense to labor over, and so rather than applying himself to the pains of scholarship, had learned the knack of versifying, and ground out quires of couplets after the fashion of the day, afroth with Joves and Jupiters, aclang with jarring rhymes, and string-taut with similes stretched to the snapping-point.

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon. I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of ; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city—and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent.

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