Every month, we search dozens of soon-to-be-published books, to get great ideas and writing for Overview’site. Often we are surprised by certain paragraphs or sentences from the kitchen that pile up on our counters and spill onto our shelves. We sometimes share them with each other on Slack, and we thought, in return, we might share them with you. Here are some we found this month.
—Sophie Haigney, web editor, and Olivia Kan-Sperling, associate editor
From Ann Rower’s Lee & Elaine (Semiotext(e)), first published by Serpent’s Tail in 2002:
For months after he put her signature bubblegum pussy in his mailbox.
From Daniel Poppick The Copywriter (Writer):
“I’m done,” says Ruth over a quarter plate of roasted cauliflower, delivering the words like a nimble boxer elegantly working a punching bag. One of our cats, a bullseye cat, jumped up on the table and in one mindless movement I picked him up and threw him onto the couch, where he made a soft sound upon impact. Lucy grabbed Ruth’s plate. “Oh, I mean, I’ve finished writing poetry,” said Ruth. “But you can take the plate. Thank you, it’s delicious.”
From Birgitta Trotzig Queen (Nusantara), translated by Saskia Vogel and first published in Swedish in 1964:
He had never seen anything from the parts he had been through. He also could not see this scene, whether it was a forest or a plain: behind the brightly lit station building there was only impenetrable darkness, in the darkness there was a distant roar, it was the murmur and roar of the Baltic, but he did not know this, he had never been to school and knew little about how this world was formed. She had a young, flat face that looked like that of a child, she could have passed for fourteen years old, not yet very developed fourteen years old—in contrast to her childish face, her small, flat face, raw, dull and motionless, her large and suddenly feminine hips making her body look as if her body from the hips down was independent, there was a heavy creature that had borne and endured the life that had passed through her face; her stomach bulged as if she were a mother several times over (even though she had never carried a child to term). He was wearing a long black coat that was impractical and looked like a renovated men’s coat—it wasn’t the kind of thing one should wear, it was one that was sure to draw all the attention to him. He looked unusual. He doesn’t look like anyone else. Her hair was black and parted in the middle, her headscarf tied neatly and tightly under her chin: she looked like what she really was, a peasant girl or a woman from the deepest reaches of Europe. But he came from New York: something had happened to him there. And now he could remember little—objects, stains, fragments. It was as if something had exploded. And he couldn’t feel anything anymore. Just fear—but not fear of anything, just fear when something (a lump, a rock, a dead fetus) gleams dimly beneath the surface of a stiff, cracked, discolored grain. He is an empty box: playing in its plundered interior are eternally flickering reflections, shadows of tall flames. The inside had been emptied and was now full of fire shadows, just shadows.
From Emily Nemens Gripping (Tin House/Zando):
Those nine months weren’t really a break, it was restless, restless, and restless—there was a war going on in Afghanistan and another war in Iraq, the result of a confused mind. Adaptation and all the airlines are running out of money. But for women, in general, this year has been very boring. Snowfall and warm cookies, gossip and karaoke at the local bar, leaves falling from the trees and then the trees growing leaves again. Carson read Victorian literature (at the time he was both fascinated and repulsed by wedding plans; now he was bored out of his mind by it), and Gregg was involved in college productions Boys and Dolls (made contemporary by its gender-blind casting; six-foot-three, muscular Sergeant Sarah Brown). The world is silent, but it is different from the silence that stretched and flickered as Hillary mourned, unlike the stretches of silent days during their first fall together, immediately after the collapse of the towers. Then, everyone moved around campus as if they were each carrying a dozen eggs, and not in anything so sophisticated as an egg carton—eggs in the crook of the elbow, tucked into a container behind the collarbone. Eggs are carefully balanced on the top of the head, on the navel, in the eye sockets, cradled in the grooves on the back of the knees. The students, frowning in caution and grimacing in pain, moved slowly and spoke quietly and circled each other.
From Richard Hell Divine (New York Review Books), first published by Akashic Books in 2005:
It was March and the weather was like a high-end pornography magazine.
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