NP - Gaddis

[Charles Albert]

I've spent the past couple of years feeling like one of those halfwit monks
described in The Swerve. This is the first period of time I've had to read
something big on the ever expanding list.

Given how hard it was to find for so long, I'm certain not everyone has The
Recognitions, so I wanted to share the moment when I believe I may have
fallen in love....


-Your father's father, she corrected him sharply, but her voice broke,
almost bitter as she looked away, not for the death of her brother but to
insinuate that he had abandoned her in this bondage of mortality. She
talked to Wyatt familiarly of death, as though to take him with her would
be the kindest expression of her love for him possible: still, she never
spoke directly of death, never named it so, but continued to treat it with
the euphemistic care reserved elsewhere for obscenity.


It sets up like Bierce, and then the punchline is not another artfully
engineered clause or sentence - it's ONE word.

It gives me wood......

love,

cfa
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