Not God, but bats and a spider who is weaving my guilt, keep the rendezvous with me, and shame copulates with every September housefly. this seemed too self-indulgent - too emotionally bloated.too much "why use one word when you can use ten and still say nothing?" going on. I like crisp prose, clean lines, smart phrasings. and as an opening sentence it just stuck in my craw and tainted the rest of the book. There is a way to be evocative and complicated and beautiful all at once, "the smile on your face was the deadest thing alive enough to have the strength to die," anyone?
i can feel raymond carver hurling an empty bottle of booze at this sentence in disgust, and for once, i am with him. I am standing on a corner in Monterey, waiting for the bus to come in, and all the muscles of my will are holding my terror to face the moment I most desire. This book suffers from many of these sentences. and you know why?īecause i write huge purple monsters of sentences and only end up making myself small and shy when i come across them years later. and - well, let's save something for the biopic, shall we? and i would smoke a joint and lie on my tummy and record my huge earthshattering thoughts. and i would lie on my tummy and kick my feet in the air and record my tiny thoughts. Originally published in 1945, this remarkable book is now widely identified as a classic work of poetic prose which, seven decades later, has retained all of its searing poignancy, beauty and power of impact.
They never married but Elizabeth bore George Barker four children and their relationship provided the impassioned inspiration for one of the most moving and immediate chronicles of a love affair ever written – ‘By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept’. Thus began one of the most extraordinary, intense and ultimately tragic love affairs of our time.
Eventually they communicated directly and, as a result of Barker’s impecunious circumstances, Elizabeth Smart flew both him and his wife from Japan, where he was teaching, to join her in the United States. One day, while browsing in a London bookshop, Elizabeth Smart chanced upon a slim volume of poetry by George Barker – and fell passionately in love with him through the printed word. Elizabeth Smart’s passionate fictional account of her intense love-affair with the poet George Barker, described by Angela Carter as ‘Like MADAME BOVARY blasted by lightning … A masterpiece’.
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