From
Charles Baxter's:
There's
Something I Want You to Do:
'The
gods laughed easily in the late afternoon, watching human futility fold up for
the day. All poetry, good or bad, made
the gods laugh. To the gods, poems were
sour useless editorials, like bitchy letters to Santa.'
Character
in this story is a translator, staying in Italy for a while but working with
'the Bortho-Ugaric dialect.' As it is a
small town, when she goes to buy cigs from the tobacconist, he notes she does
not smoke, then says, 'Things are not translating? Sometimes they do not. Sometimes they stubbornly stay what they
are. I am sorry.'
(Ain't dat de truth...!)
(Ain't dat de truth...!)
Later,
coming back to the villa where her son & his bossy girlfriend are waiting, rosy
post-sex, 'beautiful and radiant,' she
thinks: 'This world was paradise, after
all, when your son and his girlfriend, healthy and in love with each other, cook dinner for you inside a cool dark Italian
villa, and you could worry all day about a line of poetry that you couldn't
translate properly, and you could be annoyed by simpleton American
tourists. To be bothered by trivialities
was sheer heaven.'
--from
Forbearance
'He
took another sip of his drink as he fought off soul-nausea and the urge to
beg. He would not tell Nan how much he
had loved her, the size and mature intensity of that love, its ability to give
his life meaning. A man does not beg to
be taken back, he reminded himself.
Begging qualifies as the primary criterion for admission to loserdom,
that territory inhabited by platoons of nice vanilla guys who belong in
civilized places like Denmark and Sweden, not here in the U.S., where they are
held in contempt and trampled.'
'As
the bar grew noisier, Benny and Nana gazed at each other without tenderness, in
the hard labor of separation. He felt
the first wellsprings of hatred – liberating, a breeze from the soul's
window. You have to hate them first if
you're going to break up with them.
Gathering himself, he nodded at her, stood up with what he hoped was
quiet dignity, and left her with the bar bill.'
(You
GO, dude!)
'By
morning, he had acquired an atom-smashing headache. His brain was a particle accelerator,
throwing off broken pieces of thought.'
(oh
do I know those!)
Baxter has never failed to write riveting, real, deeply human stories; if you can't relate, you need to start living!
Baxter has never failed to write riveting, real, deeply human stories; if you can't relate, you need to start living!
From
How to Build a Girl, by Caitlin Moran:
A teenage (ever-nastier-cuz-so-much-(sl)eas(z)ier)
music critic (fr'real in real life, so who knows re book, except how much a
true enthusiast she is re sex; God I love that about her!):
'The music where I DO find myself in the
songs, all written by sexy, clever, angry freaks. 1992 is full of them.' Ie, The Manic Street Preachers; Suede; Marc
Bolan and David Bowie, laying 'a cluch of dragon eggs in 1973, and they've just
begun to hatch.
'And, most dazzlingly of all, the
girly-girls themselves. Women.
'For there's a storm in America, and the
rain has now blown in over here, just in time for me: Riot Grrrl.
A bunch of women like some League of Extraordinary Gentlewomen – writing
fanzines, putting on female-only gigs, hanging out with each other, trying to
make a space in the crowded, swampy jungle of rock that is for women alone.
'They are all warriors, dressed in
petticoats and sturdy boots – Kathleen Hanna from Bikini Kill paid for her guitar
by stripping; Courtney Love punches out people who abuse her.
'Courtney Love punched K Hanna too, but
this is the way of the rock star – let us not forget Charlie Watts punching
Mick Jagger after Jagger called him 'my drummer.'
'You're MY SINGER,' Watts snarled, before
adjusting his cuffs, and walking away.
Sometimes, in the jungle, you fight each other. The jungle is hot, and you get angry.'
'The songs they write are like drunken
conversations with friends, in pubs, at the point just before you start dancing
on the tables. 'Rebel Grrl' by Bikini
Kill has K Hanna starting to describe a proud, odd woman as if she hates her,
but then explains that this girl is her hero, and she wants to fuck her.'
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