Joshua Ferris, Then We Came to the End
I feel like we’re all here on this planet, and intimacy is important. I can’t bear small talk, it’s awful. I want to get beyond that thing of discussing how the weather is a bit better today than it was yesterday, and how this is a nice restaurant. I want to get to what are the problems, what’s really going on. Are you in love? Are you in a lot of pain? What’s really going on in your life? I’m interested in that area, whether it’s on stage or in real life.
“These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It’s probably a vitamin deficiency.”
Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake
Books that remind me of each other.
Reading bingo 2014! It’s back!
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center.
'Sex' doesn't sell. Erosion of female self esteem does. The feeling of superiority over women does. Turning women into 'things' to be studied, scrutinized & judged and then calling it 'sex' does.
Sex doesn’t sell. Objectification does
[T]hat I could find company and consolation and hope in an object pulled almost at random from a bookshelf—felt akin to an instance of religious grace.
Charles Merrill Mount