February 2010
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“She was running late, always running late, a failing of hers, she knew it, but...”
– T.C. Boyle, Talk Talk
January 2010
16 posts
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“One summer afternoon Mrs Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose...”
– Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
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“Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught...”
– Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
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“One of the many things my brother, Corrigan, and I loved about our mother was...”
– Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin
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“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want...”
– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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“I still get nightmares. In fact I get them so often I should be used to them by...”
– Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
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“The young mothers were telling each other how tired they were. This was one of...”
– Tom Perrotta, Little Children
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“We were fractious and overpaid. Our mornings lacked promise. At least those of...”
– Joshua Ferris, Then We Came to the End
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“Gerald Maines lived across the hall from a woman named Benna, who four minutes...”
– Lorrie Moore, Anagrams
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“Sitting beside the road, watching the wagon mount the hill toward her, Lena...”
– William Faulkner, Light in August
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“Francis Marion Tarwater’s uncle had been dead for only half a day when the...”
– Flannery O’Connor, The Violent Bear It Away
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“My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my...”
– Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle
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“Garp’s mother, Jenny Fields, was arrested in Boston in 1942 for wounding a...”
– John Irving, The World According to Garp
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“Early in the morning, late in the century, Cricklewood Broadway. At 0627 hours...”
– Zadie Smith, White Teeth
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“What makes Iago evil? some people ask. I never ask.”
– Joan Didion, Play It as It Lays
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“On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide - it was Mary...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
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“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of...”
– Graham Greene, The End of the Affair