Great Moments in Literature

“The boy nodded. He sat looking at the map. The man watched him. He thought he knew what that was about. He’d pored over maps as a child, keeping one finger on the town where he lived. Just as he would look up his family in the phone directory. Themselves among others, everything in its place. Justified in the world. Come on, he said. We should go.” –Cormac McCarthy, The Road, 2006 “THERE! I SEE IT BENEATH ME–PULSATING–GLOWING! SO THIS IS WHAT MEN HAVE DIED FOR. I CAN SEE WHY! IT’S SO STRANGELY BEAUTIFUL–THROBBING AT MY TOUCH AS IF–BY THE … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature

Great Moments in Literature

“The thing about Minette was that she was no kid, that she was–how else to put it–a woman, a strapping woman with presence; clear-eyed, mature, with a red-brown saddle of freckles across the bridge of her nose; Matty thinking, Does it still just come down to that? Eyes and vibes and freckles across a strongly defined nose? Yes and no, yes and no, but, yeah, yes, of course, until the deathbed; it’s the visual triggers that kick off the daydreaming.” –Richard Price, Lush Life, 2008 “HE SWIMS…AND THE THOUGHTS THAT TRAIL HIM–PAST BATTLES FORMING PRESENT MEMORIES–THESE THOUGHTS ENLARGE LIKE BALLOONS … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature

Great Moments in Literature

“Sunrise–generally a rural event, in cities a mere abstraction–is still an hour and a half away. The city’s appetite for Saturday work is robust. At six o’clock, the Euston Road is in full throat. Now occasional motorbikes soar above the ensemble, whining like busy wood saws. Also about this time come the first choruses of police sirens, rising and falling in Doppler shifts: it’s no longer too early for bad deeds. Finally she rolls over to face him. This side of the human form exhales a communicative warmth. As they kiss he imagines the green eyes seeking out his own. … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature

Great Moments in Literature

“Also other things, material and immaterial: the relentless glare of OR lights; white shoes squeaking over white floors; a housefly contaminating gauze; and all around me, up and down the halls of Women’s Hospital, individual dramas under way. I could sense the happiness of couples holding first babies and the fortitude of Catholics accepting their ninth. I could feel one young mother’s disappointment at the reappearance of her husband’s weak chin on the face of her newborn daughter, and a new father’s terror as he calculated the tuition for triplets. On the floors above Delivery, in flowerless rooms, women lay … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature