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"We almost make each other gods.
We’re the self, when we die
we’ll take the ant and shadow."
"And that one, waist deep in his shadow, goosebumped as the breeze
blows a kiss to each nipple."
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"On a Friday afternoon, while my father is at the car lot, while
my mother is on campus, while my brother Adam is working at The Fish
Joint, dropping chunks of cod into hot oil, I offer up my virginity
to my brother's best friend Craig. I present my virginity to Craig
on the hand-painted clown plate–there are chocolate cookies on
the plate as well, ones with white cream oozing from the middle. The
more cookies Craig eats the more of the clown I see, parts of him
at a time. A painted eye here, half of those red lips,until finally,
all of him, his whole scary face revealed."
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 "I've
always had a thing for one-book authors, the type who produce a single
iconic work, then never finish anything of value again. If I look
at my bookshelves, I can see the evidence of their oddly truncated
careers, shining like beacons of arrested (or used up) potential,
suggesting that sometimes longevity is overrated, that honor may accrue
from being the exact right sort of flash-in-the-pan."
-David L. Ulin
on
Frederick Exley,
One-Hit Wonder
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