If you don’t know what this means, read his play: “Fifth of July.” Or better yet, see it on stage. Fifth of July
From Colson Whitehead’s Pulitzer prize-winning #novel.
What did you get for that, for knowing the day you were born into the white man’s world? It didn’t seem like the thing to remember. More like to forget.
Cora… fell asleep.. sometimes so quickly she was like a candle being blown out.
“That evil soaks into the soil. Some say it steeps and gets stronger.”
The man moved with exquisite calm, like a leaf drifting on the surface of a pond, making its own way on gentle currents.
Sometimes a useful delusion is better than a useless truth.
This bookstore has been a coffee shop for a while. Still sad to see a crate of coffee filling what would have formerly held the printed word.
Thank you Garth Greenwell (What Belongs To You) for words and sentences like these….
“Love isn’t a matter of looking at someone, I think now, but also of looking with them, of facing what they face….”
“… I never felt it would summon the person I wanted him to be with me.”
“What would it mean to do enough, I wondered, as I had wondered before about that obligation to others that sometimes seems so clear and sometimes disappears altogether , so that now we owe nothing, anything we give is too much, and now our debt is beyond all counting.”
So happy to discover a NEW bookstore- an endangered species- Queen Books (not pictured). 91 Queen Street East. In the heart of Leslieville, Toronto.
I will definitely patronize the establishment.
Specific (meaning true) #writing in Garth Greenwell’s novel What Belongs to You.
The following passages are from the narrator’s nervous visit to a health clinic:
“… the kind of doctorly banter I hated most, a chummy preliminary to unpleasantness.”
“…. the stock visual language of medical admonishment and reassurance.”
“I grew up at the height of the AIDS panic, when desire and disease seemed essentially bound together…. Disease was the only story anyone ever told about men like me where I was from, and it flattened my life to a morality tale, in which I could be either chaste or condemned. …when I finally did have sex, it wasn’t so much pleasure I sought as the exhilaration of setting aside restraint…”
#Authors I’ve heard of but not of these works….
Sherwood Anderson. “I Want to Know Why.” (story)
Stanley Kunitz. “Around Pastor Bonhoeffer”. (poem)
Richard Wilbur. “Love calls Us to the Things of This World”. (poem)
John Hawkes. The Lime Twig. (Novel. Never heard of him either.)
Thanks, David Shields. Again. [Other People: Takes & Mistakes].
“Take advice from me. It takes a lifetime to take advice from yourself.”
[what I remember of the quote from the film A Taste of Honey (1961), based on the play.]