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Wednesday, 27. October 2010

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Tuesday, 26. October 2010

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Sunday, 24. October 2010

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Saturday, 23. October 2010

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Tuesday, 19. October 2010

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By christonaoa, 10:17
But then he thought: She wants to be back with me, tooBut she can't because it's all too awfulWhat else can she do? She must think she's poisonShe gave birth to a murdererShe has to put on a new crown He should have listened to his father and never married herHe had defied him, just that one time, but that was all it had taken--that did itHis father had said, "There are hundreds and thousands of lovely Jewish girls, but you have to find herYou found one down in South Carolina, Dunleavy, and finally you saw the light and got rid of herSo now you come home and find Dwyer up hereWhy, Seymour?" The Swede could not say to him, "The girl in South Carolina was beautiful, but not half as beautiful as Dawn He could not say to him, "The authority of beauty is a very irrational thing He was twenty-three years old and could only say, "I'm in love with replica santos cartier her "'In love,' what does that mean? What is 'in love' going to do for you when you have a child? How are you going to raise a child? As $ a Catholic? As a Jew? No, you are going to raise a child who won't f, be one thing or the other--all because you are 'in love' {? His father was rightThat was what happenedThey raised a child who was neither Catholic nor Jew, who instead was first a stutterer, then a killer, then a JainHe had tried all his life never to do the wrong thing, and that was what he had doneAll the wrongness that he had locked away in himself, that he had buried as deep as a man could bury it, had come out anyway, because a girl was beautifulThe most serious thing in his life, seemingly from the time he was born, was to prevent the suffering of those he loved, to be kind to people, a kind person through and throughThat was why he had prada logos brought Dawn to meet secretly with his father at the factory office--to try to resolve the religious impasse and avoid making either of them unhappyThe meeting had been suggested by his father: face to face, between "the girl," as Lou Levov charitably referred to her around the Swede, and "the ogre," as the girl called himDawn hadn't been afraid

Monday, 18. October 2010

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Sunday, 17. October 2010

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A Note on the Text The Age of Innocence first appeared in four large installments in The Pictorial Review, from July to October 1920It was published that same year in book form by DAppleton and Company in New York and in LondonWharton made extensive stylistic, punctuation, and spelling changes and revisions between the serial and book publication, and more than thirty subsequent changes were made after the second impression of the book edition had been run offThis authoritative text is reprinted from the Library of America edition of Novels by Edith Wharton, and is based on the sixth impression of the first edition, which incorporates the last set of extensive revisions that are obviously authorial End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Age of Innocence, by Edith Wharton *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE AGE OF INNOCENCE *** ***** This file should be named 541-hip ***** This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: http://wwwrg/5/4/541/ Produced by 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Saturday, 16. October 2010

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Friday, 15. October 2010

Look, I've got kids, kids galore--I know what...

By christonaoa, 10:23
Look, I've got kids, kids galore--I know what kids are like growing upThe black hole of self-absorption is bottomlessBut it's one thing to get fat, it's one thing to let your hair grow long, it's one thing to listen to rock-and-roll music too loud, but it's another to jump the line and throw a bombThat crime could never be made rightThere was no way back for my brother from that bombThat bomb detonated his lifeHis perfect life was overJust what she had in mindThat's why they had it in for him, the daughter and her friendsHe was so in love with his own good luck, and they hated him for itOnce we were all up at his place for Thanksgiving, the Dwyer mother, Dawn's kid brother Danny, Danny's wife, all the Levovs, our kids, everybody, and Seymour got up to make a toast and he said, 'I'm not a religious man, but when I look around this table, I know that something is shining down on me' It was him they vintage chanel jewelry were really out to getThe bomb might as well have gone off in their living roomThe violence done to his life was awfulNever in his life had occasion to ask himself, 'Why are things the way they are?' Why should he bother, when the way they were was always perfect? Why are things the way they are? The question to which there is no answer, and up till then he was so blessed he didn't even know the question existed Had Jerry ever before been so full of his brother's life and his brother's story? It did not strike me that all the despotic determination concentrated in that strange head could ever have allowed him to divide his attention into very many partsNot that death ordinarily impinges upon the majesty of self-obsession

Thursday, 14. October 2010

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By christonaoa, 10:28
The only thing worse than their never seeing her again would be their seeing her as he had left her on the floor of that roomOver these last few years, he had been moving them in the direction, if not of total resignation, of adaptation, of a realistic appraisal of the futureHow could he now tell them what had happened to Merry, find words to describe it to them that would not destroy them? They haven't the faintest picture in their mind of what they'd see if they were to see herWhy does anyone have to know? What is so indispensable about any of them knowing? "You got reason to say that, son, that we'll never see her?" "The five yearsThe time that's gone byThat's reason enough "Seymour, sometimes I'm walking on the street, and I'm behind someone, a girl who's walking in front of me, and if she's tall--" He took his mother's hands in his"You think it's Merry "That happens to all of us "And every time the phone rings," she said "I tell her," his father said, "that she wouldn't do it with a phone call anyway "And why not?" she said to her omega aqua terra watch husband"Why not phone us? That's the safest thing she could possibly do, to phone us "Ma, none of this speculation means anythingWhy not try to keep it to a minimum tonight? I know you can't help having these thoughtsYou can't be free of it, none of us can beYou can't make happen what you want to happen just by thinking about itTry to free yourself from a little of it "Whatever you say, darling," his mother replied"I feel better now, just talking about itI can't keep it inside me all the timeBut we can't start whispering around Dawn It was never difficult, as it was with his restless father--who spent so much of life in a transitional state between compassion and antagonism, between comprehension and blindness, between gentle intimacy and violent irritation--to know what to make of his motherHe had never feared battling with her, never uncertainly wondered what side she was on or worried what she might be inflamed by nextUnlike her husband, she was a big industry of nothing other than family loveHers was a simple personality for whom the well-being of the boys louis vuitton backpacks was everythingTalking to her he'd felt, since earliest boyhood, as though he were stepping directly into her heartWith his father, to whose heart he had easy enough access, he had first to collide with that skull, the skull of a brawler, to split it open as bloodlessly as he could to get at whatever was inside It was astonishing how small a woman she had becomeBut what hadn't been consumed by osteoporosis had, in the last five years, been destroyed by MerryNow the vivacious mother of his youth, who well into middle age was being complimented on her youthful vigor, was an old lady, her spine twisted and bent, a hurt and puzzled expression embedded in the creases of her faceNow, when she did not realize people were watching her, tears would rise in her eyes, eyes bearing that look both long accustomed to living with pain and startled to have been in so much pain so longYet all his boyhood recollections (which, however hard to credit, he knew to be genuine

Wednesday, 13. October 2010

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By christonaoa, 10:20
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He was wonderful at it and so was sheHow did all...

By christonaoa, 01:27
He was wonderful at it and so was sheHow did all this happen to this wonderful kid? She stutteredSo what? What was the big deal? How did all this happen to this perfectly normal child? Unless this is the sort of thing that does happen to the wonderful, perfectly normal kidsThe nuts don't do these things--the normal kids doYou protect her and protect her--and she is unprotectableIf you don't protect her it's unendurable, if you do protect her it's unendurableIt's all unendurableThe awfulness of her terrible autonomyThe worst of the world had taken his childIf only that beautifully chiseled body had never been bornHe calls his brotherIt is cartier must 21 the wrong brother from whom to seek consolation, but what can he do? When it comes to consolation, it is always the wrong brother, the wrong father, the wrong mother, the wrong wife, which is why one must be content to console oneself and be strong and go on in life consoling othersBut he needs some relief from this rape, needs the rape taken out of his heart, where it is stabbing him to death, he cannot put up with it, and so he calls the only brother he hasIf he had another brother he would call himBut for a brother he has only Jerry and Jerry has only himFor a daughter he has only MerryFor a father she has only himThere is no way 2.55 chanel jumbo around any of thisNothing else can be made to come true It is half past five on a Friday afternoonJerry is in the office seeing postoperative patientsBut he can talk, he saysThe patients can wait"What is it? What's wrong with you?" He has only to hear Jerry's voice, the impatience in it, the acerbic cocksuredness in it, to think, He's no good to meI just came from MerryI found her in NewarkWhat this girl has been through, what she looks like, where she lives--you can't imagine itYou cannot begin to imagine it He proceeds to recount her story, not breaking down, trying to repeat what she said to him about where she had been, how she had black chanel quilted lived, and what had become of her, trying to get it into his head, his own head, trying to find in his head the room for it all when he could not even find enough room for that room in which she livedHe comes closest to crying when he tells his brother that she had twice been raped "Are you done?" asks Jerry "What?" "If you're done, if that's it, tell me what you are going to do nowWhat are you going to do, Seymour?" "I don't know what there is to doShe blew up Ham-lin's He cannot tell him about Oregon and the other three"She did it on her own "Well, sure she did itWho did we think did it? Where is she now, in that room?" "Yes "Then miu miu clutch go back to the room and get herShe wants me to leave her alone "Fuck what she wantsGet back in your fucking car and get over there and drag her out of that fucking room by her hairI'm not the one who thinks holding his family together is the most important thing in existence--you areGet back in that car and get her!" "That won't workThere's more to this than you understandOnce you get beyond the point of forcing somebody back into their house--then what? There's bravado about it--but then what? It's complicated, too complicatedIt won't work your way "That's just the way it works "She killed three other peopleShe has killed four necklace pearl chanel peo

Sunday, 03. October 2010

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By christonaoa, 10:22
The thing is, see, Elizabeth is a great sports town, but without having the great sports facilitiesA baseball park where you could charge fifty cents or something to get in, never had thatWe had open fields, we had Brophy Field, Mattano Park, Warananco Park, all public facilities, and still we had great teams and great playersMickey McDermott pitched for StNewcombe, the colored fella, an Elizabeth boyLives in Colonia now but an Elizabeth boy, pitched for JeffersonSwimming in the Arthur Kill, that was itClose as I ever got to a vacationWent twice a year to Asbury Park on the excursionThat was the vacationDid my swimming in the Arthur Kill, underneath the Goethals BridgeI'd come home with grease in my hair and my mother would say, 'You are swimming in the Arthur Kill again' And I'd say, 'Elizabeth River? You think I'm crazy?' And all the while my hair is sticking up greasy, you know It was not quite so chanel j 12 easy as this for the two mothers-in-law to find common ground and hit it off, for though Dorothy Dwyer could be a bit loquacious herself at Thanksgiving--just about as loquacious as she was nervous--her subject always was churchPatrick's, that was the original one down there, at the port, and that was Jim's parishThe Germans started StMichael's parish and the Polish had StAdalbert's, at Third Street and East Jersey Street, and StPatrick's is right behind Jackson Park, around the cornerMary's is up in south Elizabeth, in the West End section, and that's where my parents startedThey had the milk business there on Murray StreetPatrick's, Sacred Heart in north Elizabeth, Blessed Sacrament, Immaculate Conception Church, all IrishThat's up in WestminsterWell, it's on the city lineActually it's in Hillside, but the school across the street is in ElizabethAnd then our church, StGenevieve's, when it started, was a cartier santos de cartier missionary church, you see, just a part of StIt's a big, beautiful church nowBut the building that stands now--and I remember when I first went in it--" That was as trying as it ever got: Dorothy Dwyer prattling on about Elizabeth as though this were the Middle Ages and beyond the fields tilled by the peasants the only points of demarcation were the spires of the parish churches on the horizonDorothy Dwyer prattling on about StCatherine's while Sylvia Levov sat across from her too polite to do anything other than nod and smile but her face as white as a sheetJust sat there and endured it, and good manners got her throughSo all in all, it was never anywhere near as bad as everybody had been expectingAnd it was never but once a year that they were brought together anyway, and that was on the neutral, dereligion-ized ground of Thanksgiving, when everybody gets to eat the same thing, nobody sneaking off to silver handbags eat funny stuff--no kugel, no gefilte fish, no bitter herbs, just one colossal turkey for two hundred and fifty million people--one colossal turkey feeds allA moratorium on funny foods and funny ways and religious exclusivity, a moratorium on the three-thousand-year-old nostalgia of the Jews, a moratorium on Christ and the cross and the crucifixion for the Christians, when everyone in New Jersey and elsewhere can be more passive about their irrationalities than they are the rest of the yearA moratorium on all the grievances and resentments, and not only for the Dwyers and the Levovs but for everyone in America who is suspicious of everyone elseIt is the American pastoral par excellence and it lasts twenty-four hoursThe Presidential SuiteThree bedrooms and a living roomThat's what you got in those days for having been a Miss New JerseyI guess it wasn't booked, so we got on board and they just gave it to pink vuitton bag us Dawn was telling the Salzmans about their trip abroad to look at the Simmentals in Switzerland "I'd never been to Europe before, and all the way over everybody was telling me, 'There's nothing like France, just wait until we come into Le Havre in the morning and you smell France' So I waited, and early in the morning Seymour was still in bed and I knew we had docked and so I raced on deck and I sniffed," Dawn said, laughing, "and it was just garlic and onions all over the place She had raced out of the cabin with Merry while he was still in bed, but in the story she was on deck alone, astonished to find that France didn't smell like one big flower "The train to ParisYou see miles and miles of woods, but every tree is in lineThey plant their forests in a lineWe had a wonderful time, didn't we, darling?" "We did," said the Swede "We walked around with great big bread sticks sticking out of our louis vuitton denim pock

Friday, 01. October 2010

The horror of having killed, if only...

By christonaoa, 10:26
The horror of having killed, if only inadvertently, an innocent man, a man as good as any she would ever hope to know, had not taught her anything about that most fundamental prohibition, which, stupefyingly enough, she had failed to learn to observe from being raised by Dawn and himKilling Conlon only confirmed her ardor as an idealistic revolutionary who did not shrink from adopting any means, however ruthless, to attack the evil systemShe had proved that being in opposition to everything decent in honky America wasn't just so much hip graffiti emblazoned on her bedroom wall He said, "You planted the bombs "At Hamlin's and in Oregon you planted the bombs "Was anyone killed in Oregon?" "Yes "People," he repeated"How many people, Merry?" "Three," she said There was plenty to eat at the communeThey grew a lot of their own food and so there was no need, as there had been when she first got to Chicago, to scavenge for wilted produce outside supermarkets at nightAt the commune she began to sleep with a woman she fell in love with, the wife of a weaver whose loom Merry learned to operate when she was not working with the bombsAssembling bombs had become her specialty after she'd successfully planted her second replica fendi spy and thirdShe loved the patience and the precision required to safely wire the dynamite to the blasting cap and the blasting cap to the Woolworth's alarm clockThat's when the stuttering first began to disappearShe never stuttered when she was with the dynamite Then something happened between the woman and her hus- band, a violent argument that necessitated Merry's leaving the commune to restore peace It was while hiding in eastern Idaho, where she worked in the potato fields, that she decided to flee to CubaAt night in the farm camp barracks she began to study SpanishLiving in the camp with the other laborers, she felt even more passionately committed to her beliefs, though the men were frightening when they were drunk and again there were sexual incidentsShe believed that in Cuba she could live among workers without having to worry about their violenceIn Cuba she could be Merry Levov and not Mary Stoltz She had concluded by this time that there could never be a revolution in America to uproot the forces of racism and reaction and greedUrban guerrilla warfare was futile against a thermonuclear superstate that would stop at nothing to defend the profit principleSince she could not help to bring about a revolution in 18k omega watch America, her only hope was to give herself to the revolution that wasThat would mark the end of her exile and the true beginning of her life The next year was devoted to rinding her way to Cuba, to Fidel, who had emancipated the proletariat and who had eradicated injustice with socialismBut in Florida she had her first close brush with the FBIThere was a park in Miami full of Dominican refugeesIt was a good place to practice Spanish and soon she found herself teaching the boys there how to speak EnglishAffectionately they called her La Farfulla, the stutterer, which did not prevent them from mischievously stuttering when they repeated the English words she taught themIn Spanish her own speech was flawlessAnother reason to flee to the arms of the world revolution One day, Merry told her father, she noticed a youngish black bum, new to the park, watching her tutoring her boysShe knew immediately what that meantA thousand times before she'd thought it was the FBI and a thousand times she'd been wrong--in Oregon, in Idaho, in Kentucky, in Maryland, the FBI watching her at the stores where she clerked

Thursday, 30. September 2010

And she would have outgrown it--Merry outgrew...

By christonaoa, 10:24
And she would have outgrown it--Merry outgrew everythingIt was merely a matter of monthsMaybe weeks and the stuff in that drawer would have been completely forgottenAll she had to do was waitIf only she could have waitedThat was Merry's story in a nutshellShe was always impatientMaybe it was the stuttering that made her impatient, I don't knowBut whatever it was she was passionate about, she was passionate for a year, she did it in a year, and then she got rid of it overnightAnother year and she would have been ready for collegeAnd by then she would have found something new to hate and new to love, something new to be intense about, and that would have been that At the kitchen table one night Angela Davis appears to the Swede, as Our Lady of Fatima did to those children in Portugal, as the Blessed Virgin did down in Cape MayHe thinks, Angela Davis can get me to her--and there she isAlone in the kitchen at night the Swede begins to have heart-to-heart talks with Angela Davis, at first about the war, then about everything important to both of themAs he envisions her, she has long lashes and wears large hoop earrings and is more beautiful even than she looks on televisionHer legs are long and she wears colorful minidresses to expose themThe hair is extraordinaryShe peers defiantly out of it like a porcupineThe hair says, "Do not approach if you don't like pain He tells her whatever she wants to hear, and chanel bags collection whatever she tells him he believesShe praises his daughter, whom she calls "a soldier of freedom, a pioneer in the great struggle against repression He should take pride in her political boldness, she saysThe antiwar movement is an anti-imperialist movement, and by lodging a protest in the only way America understands, Merry, at sixteen, is in the forefront of the movement, a Joan of Arc of the movementHis daughter is the spearhead of the popular resistance to a fascist government and its terrorist suppression of dissentWhat she did was criminal only inasmuch as it is defined as criminal by a state that is itself criminal and will commit ruthless aggression anywhere in the world to preserve the unequal distribution of wealth and the oppressive institutions of class dominationThe disobedience of oppressive laws, she explains to him, including violent disobedience, goes back to abolitionism--his daughter is one with John Brown! Merry's was not a criminal act but a political act in the power struggle between the counterrevolutionary fascists and the forces of resistance--blacks, Chicanos, Puerto Ricans, Indians, draft resist-ers, antiwar activists, heroic white kids like Merry herself, working, either by legal means or by what Angela calls extralegal means, to overthrow the capitalist-inspired police stateAnd he should not fear for her fugitive life--Merry is not alone, she is part of an army of eighty thousand radical gucci ladies watch young people who have gone underground the better to fight the social wrongs fostered by an oppressive politico-economic orderAngela tells him that everything he has heard about Communism is a lieHe must go to Cuba if he wants to see a social order that has abolished racial injustice and the exploitation of labor and is in harmony with the needs and aspirations of its people Obediently he listensShe tells him that imperialism is a weapon used by wealthy whites to pay black workers less for their work, and that's when he seizes the opportunity to tell her about the black forelady, Vicky, thirty years with Newark Maid, a tiny woman of impressive wit, stamina, and honesty, with twin sons, Newark Rutgers graduates, Donny and Blaine, both of them now in medical schoolHe tells her how Vicky alone stayed with him in the building, round the clock, during the '67 riotsOn the radio, the mayor's office was advising everyone to get out of the city immediately, but he had stayed, because he thought that by being there he could perhaps protect the building from the vandals and also for the reason that people stay when a hurricane hits, because they cannot leave behind the things they cherishFor something like that reason, Vicky stayed In order to appease any rioters who might be heading from South Orange Avenue with their torches, Vicky had made signs and stuck them where they would be visible, in Newark Maid's first-floor prada bags cheap windows, big white cardboard signs in black ink: "Most of this factory's employees are negroes Two nights later every window with a sign displayed in it was shot out by a band of white guys, either vigilantes from north Newark or, as Vicky suspected, Newark cops in an unmarked carThey shot the windows out and drove away, and that was the total damage done to the Newark Maid factory during the days and nights when Newark was on fireAnd he tells this to St A platoon of the young National Guardsmen who were on Bergen Street to seal off the riot zone had camped out back by the Newark Maid loading dock on the second day of fighting, and when he and Vicky went down with hot coffee, Vicky talked to each of them--uniformed kids, in helmets and boots, conspicuously armed with knives and rifles and bayonets, white country boys up from south Jersey who were scared out of their witsVicky told them, "Think before you shoot into somebody's window! These aren't 'snipers'! These are people! These are good people! Think!" The Saturday afternoon the tank sat out in front of the factory--and the Swede, seeing it there, could at last phone Dawn to tell her, "We'll make it"--Vicky had gone up and knocked on the lid with her fists until they opened up"Don't go nuts!" she shouted at the soldiers inside"Don't go crazy! People have to live here when you're gone! This place is their home!" There'd been a lot of criticism afterward of mulberry bayswater bag Governor Hughes for sending in tanks, but not from the Swede--those tanks put a stop to what could have been total disasterThough this he does not say to Angela For the two worst, most terrifying days, Friday and Saturday, July 14 and 15, 1967, while he kept in touch with the state police on a walkie-talkie and with his father on the phone, Vicky would not desert himShe told him, "This is mine too He tells Angela how he knew the way things worked between Vicky and his family, knew it was an old and lasting relationship, knew how close they all were, but he had never properly understood that her devotion to Newark Maid was no less than hisHe tells Angela how, after the riots, after living under siege with Vicky at his side, he was determined to stand alone and not leave Newark and abandon his black employeesHe does not, of course, tell her that he wouldn't have hesitated--and wouldn't still--to pick up and move were it not for his fear that, if he should join the exodus of businesses not yet burned down, Merry would at last have her airtight case against himVictimizing black people and the working class and the poor solely for self-gain, out of filthy greed! In the idealistic slogans there was no reality, not a drop of it, and I yet what else could he do? He could not provide his daughter with I the justification for doing something crazySo he stayed in Newark, and after the riots Merry did something crazier than cheap prada handbags cra

Wednesday, 29. September 2010

So all in all, it was never anywhere near as bad...

By christonaoa, 10:24
So all in all, it was never anywhere near as bad as everybody had been expectingAnd it was never but once a year that they were brought together anyway, and that was on the neutral, dereligion-ized ground of Thanksgiving, when everybody gets to eat the same thing, nobody sneaking off to eat funny stuff--no kugel, no gefilte fish, no bitter herbs, just one colossal turkey for two hundred and fifty million people--one colossal turkey feeds allA moratorium on funny foods and funny ways and religious exclusivity, a moratorium on the three-thousand-year-old nostalgia of the Jews, a moratorium on Christ and the cross and the crucifixion for the Christians, when everyone in New Jersey and elsewhere can be more passive about their irrationalities than they are the rest of the yearA moratorium on all the grievances and resentments, and not only for the Dwyers and the Levovs but for everyone in America who is suspicious of everyone elseIt is the American pastoral par excellence and it lasts twenty-four hoursThe Presidential SuiteThree bedrooms and a living roomThat's what you got in those days for having prada clutch been a Miss New JerseyI guess it wasn't booked, so we got on board and they just gave it to us Dawn was telling the Salzmans about their trip abroad to look at the Simmentals in Switzerland "I'd never been to Europe before, and all the way over everybody was telling me, 'There's nothing like France, just wait until we come into Le Havre in the morning and you smell France' So I waited, and early in the morning Seymour was still in bed and I knew we had docked and so I raced on deck and I sniffed," Dawn said, laughing, "and it was just garlic and onions all over the place She had raced out of the cabin with Merry while he was still in bed, but in the story she was on deck alone, astonished to find that France didn't smell like one big flower "The train to ParisYou see miles and miles of woods, but every tree is in lineThey plant their forests in a lineWe had a wonderful time, didn't we, darling?" "We did," said the Swede "We walked around with great big bread sticks sticking out of our pocketsThey practically said, 'Hey, look at us, a couple of rubes from New Jersey' We were probably just the omega de ville men's watches kind of Americans they laugh atBut who cared? We walked around, nibbling at the tops of them, looking at everything, the Louvre, the garden of the Tuileries--it was just wonderfulWe stayed at the CrillonThe greatest treat of the whole tripThen we got on the night train, the Orient Express to Zurich, and the porter didn't get us up on timeRemember, Seymour?" Yes, he rememberedMerry wound up on the platform in her pajamas "It was absolutely horrendousThe train had already started upI had to get all our things and throw them all out the window--you know, that's the way people get out of the train there--and we ran out half dressedThey never woke us upIt was ghastly," Dawn said, again laughing happily at the recollection of the scene"There we were, Seymour and me and our suitcases, wearing our underwearSo, anyway"--for a moment she was laughing too hard to go on--"we got to Zurich, and we went to wonderful restaurants--smelled of delicious croissants and good pates--and patisseries everywhereAll of the papers were on canes, they were hung up on racks, so you take your paper down and sit and have cheap chanel purses your breakfast and it was wonderfulSo from there we took a car and we went down to Zug, the center of the Simmen-tals, and then we went to Lucerne, which was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, and then we went to the Beau Rivage in LausanneRemember the Beau Rivage?" she asked her husband, her hand still firmly held in his And he did remember itNever had forgotten itCoincidentally enough, had himself been thinking of the Beau Rivage just that afternoon, on the drive back to Old Rimrock from Central AvenueMerry at afternoon tea, with the band playing, before she'd been rapedShe had danced with the headwaiter, his six-year-old child, before she'd killed four peopleOn his own, on their last afternoon at the Beau Rivage, the Swede had gone down to the jewelry shop off the lobby, and while Merry and Dawn were out walking on the promenade to take a last look together at the boats on Lake Geneva and the Alps out across the way, he had bought Dawn a diamond necklaceHe had a vision of her wearing the diamond necklace along with the crown she kept in a hatbox at the top of her closet, the silver crown with the louis vuitton backpacks double row of rhinestones that she had worn as Miss New JerseySince he couldn't even get her to wear the crown to show to Merry--"No, no, it's just too silly a thing," Dawn told him

Tuesday, 28. September 2010

With these habits none might interfere

By christonaoa, 10:28
With these habits none might interfere

Monday, 27. September 2010

This was how their life had worked out: she lived...

By christonaoa, 10:38
This was how their life had worked out: she lived in Newark with nothing, he lived in Old Rimrock with everything except herWas his good fortune to blame for that too? The revenge of the have-nots upon those who have and ownAll the self-styled have-nots, the playacting Rita Cohens seeking to associate themselves with their parents' worst enemies, modeling themselves on whatever was most loathsome to those who most loved them There used to be a slogan she'd crayoned in two colors on a piece of cardboard, a handmade poster that she'd hung over her desk, replacing his Weequahic football pennant

Sunday, 26. September 2010

She found the idea in Vogue magazine? That...

By christonaoa, 10:32
She found the idea in Vogue magazine? That shouldn't throw you offShe only found what she was looking forYou don't know how many women come to me who've been through a terrible trauma and they want to talk about something or other, and what turns out to be on their mind is just this, plastic surgeryAnd without Vogue magazineThe emotional and psychological implications can turn out to be somethingThe relief they get, those that get relief, is not to be minimizedI can't say I know how it happens, I'm not saying it always happens, but I've seen it happen again and again, women who've lost their husbands, who've been seriously illYou don't look like you believe me But the Swede knew what he looked like: like a man with "Sheila" written all over his face"I know," said Shelly, "it seems like a purely physical way of dealing with something profoundly emotional, but for many people it's a wonderful survival strategyAnd Dawn may be one of themI don't think you want to be puritanical about thisIf Dawn feels strongly about a face-lift, and if you were to go along with her, if you were to chanel quilted handbag support her Later that same day Shelly phoned the Swede at the factory--he'd made some inquiries about Dr"We've got people as good as him here, I'm sure, but if you want to go to Switzerland and get away and let her recuperate there, why not? This LaPlante is tops "Shelly, thanks, it's awfully kind of you," said the Swede, disliking himself more than ever in the light of Shelly's generosityand yet this was the same guy who, with his co-conspirator wife, had provided Merry a hiding place not only from the FBI but from her father and motherA fact about as fantastic as a fact could beWhat kind of mask is everyone wearing? I thought these people were on my sideBut the mask is all that's on my side--that's it! For four months I wore the mask myself, with him, with my wife, and I could not stand itI went there to tell him thatI went to tell him that I had betrayed him, and only didn't so as not to compound the betrayal, and never once did he let on how cruelly he'd betrayed me "My approval or disapproval," Shelly had been saying to Lou Levov, "is beside the point of whether they go black fendi spy to those movies or not "But you are a physician," the Swede's father insisted, "a respected person, an ethical person, a responsible person--" "Lou," said his wife, "maybe, dear, you're monopolizing the conversation "Let me finish, please To the table at large, he asked, "Am I? Am I monopolizing the conversation?" "Absolutely not," said Marcia, throwing an arm good-naturedly across his back"It's delightful to hear your delusions "I don't know what that means," he told her "It means social conditions may have altered in America since you were taking the kids to eat at the Chinks and Al Haberman was cutting gloves in a shirt and a tie "Really?" Dawn said to her"They've altered? Nobody told us," and, to contain herself, got up and left for the kitchenWaiting there for Dawn's instructions were a couple of local high school girls who helped to do the serving and the cleaning up whenever the Levovs had dinner guests Marcia was to one side of Lou Levov, Jessie Orcutt to the otherJessie's new glass of Scotch, which she must have managed to pour for herself in the kitchen, he fendi spy had picked up from her place and moved out of her reach only minutes into the cold cucumber soupWhen she then made a move to leave the table, he would not allow her to get up"Just sit," he told her Each time she so much as shifted in her chair, he laid a hand firmly on hers to remind her she was going nowhere A dozen candles burned in two tall ceramic candelabra, and to the Swede, who sat flanked by his mother and by Sheila Salz-man, everyone's eyes--deceptively enough, even Marcia's eyes--appeared blessed in that light with spiritual understanding, with kindly lucidity, alive with all the meaning one so craves to find in one's friendsSheila, like Barry, was on hand every year at Labor Day because of what she had come to mean to his folksOn the phone to Florida the Swede almost never got through a conversation without his father's asking, "And how is that lovely Sheila, that lovely woman, how is she doing?" "She is such a dignified woman," his mother said, "such a refined personIsn't she Jewish, darling? Your father says noHe insists she isn't Why this disagreement should second hand chanel persist for years he could not understand exactly, but the subject of fair-haired Sheila Salzman's religious origins had proved indispensable to his parents' livesTo Dawn, who'd been trying for decades to be as tolerant of the Swede's imperfect parents as he was of her imperfect mother, this was their most inexplicable preoccupation--their most enraging as well (particularly as Dawn knew that, for her adolescent daughter, Sheila had something Dawn didn't have, that somehow Merry had come to trust the speech therapist in a way she no longer trusted her mother)"Are there no Jewish blonds in the world other than you?" Dawn asked him"It hasn't anything to do with her appearance," the Swede explained, "it has to do with Merry "What does her being Jewish have to do with Merry?" "I don't knowShe was the speech therapistThey're in awe of her," the Swede said, "because of all she did for Merry "She wasn't the child's mother by any chance--or was she?" "They know that, darling," calmly answered the Swede, "but because of the speech therapy, they've made her into some kind of chanel pearl necklace magician

Saturday, 25. September 2010

At first she was so frightened she couldn't even...

By christonaoa, 20:23
At first she was so frightened she couldn't even cry--she could get out of her just those three wordsOnly later, a moment after going to bed, when she got up and with a yelp ran from her room down the corridor and into their room and asked, as she hadn't since she was five, to get into bed with them, was she able to let everything out of her, everything awful that she was thinkingAll the lights remained on in their bedroom and they let her go on and on, sitting up between them in their bed and talking until there were no words left inside her to panic or terrorize herWhen she fell asleep, sometime after three, it was with their lights all still burning--she would not let him turn them off--but she had at least by then talked herself out enough and cried herself out enough to succumb to her exhaustion"Do you have to m-m-melt yourself down in fire to bring p-p-people to their s-senses? Does anybody care? Does anybody have a conscience? Doesn't anybody in this w-world have a conscience left?" Every time "conscience" crossed her lips she began to cry What could they tell her? How could they answer her? Yes, some people have a conscience, many people have a conscience, but unfortunately there are people who don't have a conscience, that is trueYou are lucky, Merry, you have a very well-developed conscienceIt's admirable for someone your age to have such a conscienceWe're proud of having a daughter who has so much conscience and who cares so much about the well-being of others and who is able to sympathize with the sufferings of others She couldn't sleep alone in her room for a weekThe Swede carefully read the papers in order to be able to explain to her why the monk had done what he didIt had to do with chanel cc logo earrings the South Vietnamese president, General Diem, it had to do with corruption, with elections, with complex regional and political conflicts, it had to do with something about Buddhism itselfBut for her it had only to do with the extremes to which gentle people have to resort in a world where the great majority are without an ounce of con-| science Just when she seemed to have gotten over the self-immolation of I that elderly Buddhist monk on that street in South Vietnam and began to be able to sleep in her own room and without a light on and without awakening screaming two and three times a night, it happened again, another monk in Vietnam set himself on fire, then a third, then a fourthand once that started up he found that he couldn't keep her away from the television setIf she missed a self-immolation on the evening news, she got up early to see it on the morning news before she left for schoolThey did not know how to stop herWhat was she doing by watching and watching as I though she intended never to stop watching? He wanted her to be not upset, but not to be not upset like thisWas she simply trying to I make sense of it? To master her fear of it? Was she trying to figure lout what it was like to be able to do something like that to yourself? I Was she imagining herself as one of those monks? Was she watch-ling because she was still appalled or was she watching now because I she was excited? What was starting to unsettle him, to frighten him, was the idea that Merry was less horrified now than curious, and soon he himself became obsessed, though not, like her, by the self-immolators in Vietnam but by the change of demeanor in his eleven-year-oldThat she'd always wanted to know things had made him prada logos tremendously proud of her from the time she was small, but did he really want her to want to know so much about something like this? Is it a sin to take your own life? How can the others stand by and just watch? Why don't they stop him? Why don't they put out the flames? They stand by and let it be televisedThey want it televisedWhere has their morality gone? What about the morality of the television crews who are doing the filming?Were these the questions she was asking herself? Were they a necessary part of her intellectual development? He didn't knowShe watched in total silence, as still as the monk at the center of the flames, and afterward she would say nothing

Thursday, 23. September 2010

The Kid from Tomkinsville could as well have been...

By christonaoa, 20:23
The Kid from Tomkinsville could as well have been called The Lamb from Tomkinsville, even The Lamb from Tomkinsville Led to the SlaughterIn the Kid's career as the spark-plug newcomer to a last-place Brooklyn Dodger club, each triumph is rewarded with a punishing disappointment or a crushing accidentThe staunch attachment that develops between the lonely, homesick Kid and the Dodgers' veteran catcher, Dave Leonard, who successfully teaches him the ways of the big leagues and who, "with his steady brown eyes behind the plate," shepherds him through a no-hitter, comes brutally undone six weeks into the season, when the old-timer is dropped overnight from the club's roster"Here was a speed they didn't often mention in baseball: the speed with which a player rises--and goes down" Then, after the Kid wins his fifteenth consecutive game--a rookie record that no pitcher in either league has ever exceeded--he's accidentally knocked off his feet in the shower by boisterous teammates who are horsing around after the great victory, and the elbow injury sustained in the fall leaves him unable ever to pitch againHe rides the bench for the rest of the year, pinch-hitting because of his strength at the plate, and then, over the snowy winter--back home in Connecticut spending days on the farm and evenings at the drugstore, well known now but really Grandma's boy all over again--he works diligently by himself on Dave Leonard's directive to keep his swing level ("A tendency to keep his right shoulder down, to swing up, was his worst fault"), suspending a ball from a string out in the barn and whacking at it on cold winter mornings with "his beloved bat" until he has worked himself into a sweat' The clean sweet sound of a bat squarely meeting a ball" By the next season he is ready to return to the Dodgers as a speedy right fielder, bats 25 in the second spot, and leads his team down to the wire as a contenderOn the last day of the season, in a game against the Giants, who are in first place by only half a game, the Kid kindles the Dodgers' chanel clearance hitting attack, and in the bottom of the fourteenth--with two down, two men on, and the Dodgers ahead on a run scored by the Kid with his audacious, characteristically muscular baserunning--he makes the final game-saving play, a running catch smack up against the right center-field wallThat tremendous daredevil feat sends the Dodgers into the World Series and leaves him "writhing in agony on the green turf of deep right center Tunis concludes like this: "Dusk descended upon a mass of players, on a huge crowd pouring onto the field, on a couple of men carrying an inert form through the mob on a stretcherThere was a clap of thunderRain descended upon the Polo Grounds Descended, descended, a clap of thunder, and thus ends the boys' Book of Job I was ten and I had never read anything like itI could not believe itThe reprehensible member of the Dodgers is Razzle Nugent, a great pitcher but a drunk and a hothead, a violent bully fiercely jealous of the KidAnd yet it is not Razzle carried off "inert" on a stretcher but the best of them all, the farm orphan called the Kid, modest, serious, chaste, loyal, naive, undiscourageable, hard-working, soft-spoken, courageous, a brilliant athlete, a beautiful, austere boyNeedless to say, I thought of the Swede and the Kid as one and wondered how the Swede could bear to read this book that had left me near tears and unable to sleepHad I had the courage to address him, I would have asked if he thought the ending meant the Kid was finished or whether it meant the possibility of yet another comebackThe word "inert" terrified meWas the Kid killed by the last catch of the year? Did the Swede know? Did he care? Did it occur to him that if disaster could strike down the Kid from Tomkinsville, it could come and strike the great Swede down too? Or was a book about a sweet star savagely and unjustly punished--a book about a greatly gifted innocent whose worst fault is a tendency to keep his right shoulder down and swing up but whom the thundering heavens destroy nonetheless--simply a book between chanel clutch those "Thinker" bookends up on his shelf? Keer Avenue was where the rich Jews lived--or rich they seemed to most of the families who rented apartments in the two-, three-, and four-family dwellings with the brick stoops integral to our after-school sporting life: the crap games, the blackjack, and the stoop-ball, endless until the cheap rubber ball hurled mercilessly against the steps went pop and split at the seamHere, on this grid of locust-tree-lined streets into which the Lyons farm had been partitioned during the boom years of the early twenties, the first postimmigrant generation of Newark's Jews had regrouped into a community that took its inspiration more from the mainstream of American life than from the Polish shtetl their Yiddish-speaking parents had re-created around Prince Street in the impoverished Third WardThe Keer Avenue Jews, with their finished basements, their screened-in porches, their flagstone front steps, seemed to be at the forefront, laying claim like audacious pioneers to the normalizing American amenitiesAnd at the vanguard of the vanguard were the Levovs, who had bestowed upon us our very own Swede, a boy as close to a goy as we were going to get The Levovs themselves, Lou and Sylvia, were parents neither more nor less recognizably American than my own Jersey-born Jewish mother and father, no more or less refined, well spoken, or cultivatedAnd that to me was a big surpriseOther than the one-family Keer Avenue house, there was no division between us like the one between the peasants and the aristocracy I was learning about at schoolLevov was, like my own mother, a tidy housekeeper, impeccably well mannered, a nice-looking woman tremendously considerate of everyone's feelings, with a way of making her sons feel important--one of the many women of that era who never dreamed of being free of the great domestic enterprise centered on the childrenFrom their mother both Levov boys had inherited the long bones and fair hair, though since her hair was redder, frizzier, and her skin still youthfully coco chanel designer freckled, she looked less startlingly Aryan than they did, less vivid a genetic oddity among the faces in our streets The father was no more than five seven or eight--a spidery man even more agitated than the father whose anxieties were shaping my ownLevov was one of those slum-reared Jewish fathers whose rough-hewn, undereducated perspective goaded a whole generation of striving, collegeeducated Jewish sons: a father for whom everything is an unshakable duty, for whom there is a right way and a wrong way and nothing in between, a father whose compound of ambitions, biases, and beliefs is so unruffled by careful thinking that he isn't as easy to escape from as he seemsLimited men with limitless energy

Wednesday, 22. September 2010

He's going to cut yours and give it to me so we...

By christonaoa, 20:30
He's going to cut yours and give it to me so we can take it down to the making departmentThis is called the slitter, honeyOnly mechanical process in the whole thingA press and a die, and the slitter will take about four tranks at a time___ "WowThis is an elaborate process," said RitaHard really to make money in the glove business because it's so labor-intensive--a time-consuming process, many operations to be coordinatedMost of the glove businesses have been family businessesVery traditional businessA product is a product to most manufacturersThe guy who makes them doesn't know anything about themThe glove business isn't like thatThis business has a long, long history "Do other people feel the romance of the glove business the way you do, MrLevov? You really are mad for this place and all the processesI guess that's what makes you a happy man "Am I?" he asked, and felt as though he were going to be dissected, cut into by a knife, opened up and all lady dior bag his misery revealed "Are you the last of the Mohicans?" "No, most of them, I believe, in this business have that same feeling for the tradition, that same loveBecause it does require a love and a legacy to motivate somebody to stay in a business like thisYou have to have strong ties to it to be able to stick it outCome on," he said, having managed momentarily to quash everything that was shadowing him and menacing him, succeeded still to be able to speak with great precision despite her telling him he was a happy man"Let's go back to the making room This is the silking, that's a story in itself, but this is what she's going to do firstThis is called a pique machine, it sews the finest stitch, called pique, requires far more skill than the other stitchesThis is called a polishing machine and that is called a stretcher and you are called honey and I am called Daddy and this is called living and the other is called dying and this is called madness motorcycle balenciaga and this is called mourning and this is called hell, pure hell, and you have to have strong ties to be able to stick it out, this is called trying-to-go-on-as-though-nothing-has-happened and this is called paying-the-full-price-but-in-God's-name-for-what, this is called wanting-to-be-dead-and-wanting-to-nnd-her-and-to-kill-her-and-to-save-her-from-whatever-she-is-going-through-wherever-on-earth-she-may-be-at-this-moment, this unbridled outpouring is called blotting-out-everything and it does not work, I am half insane, the shattering force of that bomb is too greatAnd then they were back at his office again, waiting for Rita's gloves to come from the finishing department, and he was repeating to her a favorite observation of his father's, one that his father had read somewhere and always used to impress visitors, and he heard himself repeating it, word for word, as his ownIf only he could get her to stay and not go, if he could keep on talking about gloves bolsas louis to her, about gloves, about skins, about his horrible riddle, implore her, beg her, Don't leave me alone with this horrible riddle"Monkeys, gorillas, they have brains and we have a brain, but they don't have this thing, the thumbThey can't move it opposite the way we doThe inner digit on the hand of man, that might be the distinguishing physical feature between ourselves and the rest of the animalsAnd the glove protects that inner digitThe ladies' glove, the welder's glove, the rubber glove, the baseball glove, et ceteraThis is the root of humanity, this opposable thumbIt enables us to make tools and build cities and everything elseMaybe some other animals have bigger brains in proportion to their bodies than we haveBut the hand itself is an intricate thingThere is no other part of a human being that is clothed that is such a complex moving structure And that was when Vicky popped in the door with the size-four finished gloves"Here's your pair of prada borse gloves," Vicky said, and gave them to the boss, who looked them over and then leaned across the desk to show them to the girl"See the seams? The width of the sewing at the edge of the leather--that's where the quality workmanship isThis margin is probably about a thirty-second of an inch between the stitching and the edgeAnd that requires a high skill level, far higher than normalIf a glove is not well sewn, this edge might come to an eighth of an inchIt also will not be straightLook at how straight these seams areThis is why a Newark Maid glove is a good glove, RitaBecause of the straight seamsBecause of the fine leatherSmells like the inside of a new carI love good leather, I love fine gloves, and I was brought up on the idea of making the best glove possibleIt's in my blood, and nothing gives me greater pleasure"--he clutched at his own effusiveness the way a sick person clutches at any sign of health, no matter how minute--"than giving you these lovely chanel cc logo earrings glov

Tuesday, 21. September 2010

I brought her here," the Swede said, "in the...

By christonaoa, 20:17
I brought her here," the Swede said, "in the first placeI do everything any professional has told me to do to help support her efforts to stopI just want to know from you what good it is doing my daughter, with her grimacing and her tics and her leg twitches and her banging on the table and turning white in the face, with all of that difficulty, to be told that, on top of everything else, she's doing all this to manipulate her mother and father "Well, who is in charge when she is banging on the table and turning white? Who is in control there?" "She certainly isn't!" said the Swede angrily"You find me taking a very uncharitable view toward her," replied the doctorin a way, as her father, yesIt never seems to occur to you that there might be some physiological basis for this "No, I didn't say thatLevov, I can give you organic theories if you want themBut that isn't the way I have found I can be most effective Her stuttering diaryWhen she sat at the kitchen table after dinner writing the day's entry in her stuttering diary, that's when he most wanted to murder the psychiatrist who had finally to inform him--one of the fathers "who can't accept, who refuse to believe"--that she would stop stuttering only when stuttering was no longer necessary for her, when she wanted to "relate" to the world in a different way--in short, when she found a more valuable replacement for the manipulativenessThe stuttering diary was a red three-ring notebook in which, at the suggestion of her speech therapist, Merry kept a record of when she stutteredCould she have been any more the dedicated enemy of her stuttering than when she sat there scrupulously recalling and recording how the stuttering fluctuated throughout the day, in what context it was least likely to occur, when it was most likely to occur and with whom? And could chanel j12 anything have been more heartbreaking for him than reading that notebook on the Friday evening she rushed off to the movies with her friends and happened to leave it open on the table? "When do I stutter? When somebody asks me something that requires an unexpected, unrehearsed response, that's when I'm likely to stutterWhen people are looking at mePeople who know I stutter, particularly when they're looking at meThough sometimes it's worse with people who don't know me On she went, page after page in her strikingly neat handwriting--and all she seemed to be saying was that she stuttered in all situationsShe had written, "Even when I'm doing fine, I can't stop thinking, 'How soon is it going to be before he knows I'm a stutterer? How soon is it going to be before I start stuttering and screw this up?'" Yet, despite every disappointment, she sat where her parents could see her and worked on her stuttering diary every night, weekends includedShe worked with her therapist on the different "strate-98 gies" to be used with strangers, store clerks, people with whom she had relatively safe conversations

Monday, 20. September 2010

"Because you didn't look round?because you didn't...

By christonaoa, 20:22
"Because you didn't look round?because you didn't know I was thereI swore I wouldn't unless you looked round He laughed as the childishness of the confession struck him "But I didn't look round on purpose "On purpose?" "I knew you were there

Sunday, 19. September 2010

Was he deficient in intelligence, or was she so...

By christonaoa, 20:23
Was he deficient in intelligence, or was she so provocative, so perverse, so insane he still could not imagine anything she might do? Was he deficient also in imagination? What father wouldn't be? It was preposterousHis daughter was living in Newark, working across the Pennsylvania Railroad tracks, and not at the end of the Ironbound where the Portuguese were reclaiming the poor Down Neck streets but here at the Ironbound's westernmost edge, in the shadow of the railroad viaduct that closed off Railroad Avenue all along the western side of the streetThat grim fortification was the city's Chinese wall, brownstone boulders piled twenty feet high, strung out for more than a mile and intersected only by half a dozen foul underpassesAlong this forsaken street, as ominous now as any street in any ruined city in America, was a reptilian length of unguarded wall barren even of graffitiBut for the wilted weeds that managed to jut forth in wiry clumps where the mortar was cracked and washed away, the viaduct wall was barren of everything except the affirmation of a weary industrial city's prolonged and triumphant struggle to silver handbags monumentalize its ugliness On the east side of the street, the dark old factories--Civil War factories, foundries, brassworks, heavy-industrial plants blackened from the chimneys pumping smoke for a hundred years--were windowless now, the sunlight sealed out with brick and mortar, their exits and entrances plugged with cinderblockThese were the factories where people had lost fingers and arms and got their feet crushed and their faces scalded, where children once labored in the heat and the cold, the nineteenth-century factories that churned up people and churned out goods and now were unpierceable, airtight tombsIt was Newark that was entombed there, a city that was not going to stir againThe pyramids of Newark: as huge and dark and hideously impermeable as a great dynasty's burial edifice has every historical right to be The rioters hadn't crossed beneath the elevated railroad tracks--if they had, these factories, the whole block of them, would be burned-out rubble like the West Market Street factories back of Newark Maid His father used to tell him, "Brownstone and brickThere was the businessBrownstone quarried cartier tank must right hereKnow that? Out by Belleville, north along the riverThis city's got everythingWhat a business that must have beenThe guy who sold Newark brownstone and brick--he was sittin' pretty On Saturday mornings, the Swede would drive Down Neck alongside his father to pick up the week's finished gloves from the Italian families paid to do piecework in their homesAs the car bounced along the streets paved with bricks, past one poor little Ik frame house after another, the massive railroad viaduct remained brokenly within viewThis was the Swede's first encounter with the manmade sublime that divides and dwarfs, and in the beginning it was frightening to him, a child susceptible to his environment even then, with a proclivity to be embraced by it and to embrace it in returnSix or seven years oldMaybe five, maybe Jerry hadn't even been born yetThe dwarfing stones causing the city to be even more gigantic for him than it already wasThe manmade horizon, the brutal cut in the body of the giant city--it felt as though they were entering the shadow world of hell, when all the boy was seeing was the railroad's answer to the deville watch populist crusade to hoist the tracks above the grade crossings so as to end the crashes and the pedestrian carnage"Brownstone and brick," said his father admiringly" There was a guy whose worries were over That had all taken place before they'd moved to Keer Avenue, when they were living across from the synagogue in a three-family house at the poor end of Wainwright StreetHis father didn't have even a loft then but got his skins from a fellow who was also Down Neck and who trafficked out of his garage in whatever the workers could carry from the tanneries hidden within their big rubber boots or wrapped around them beneath their overallsThe hide man was himself a tannery worker, a big, gruff Pole with tattoos up and down his massive arms, and the Swede had vague memories of his father's standing at the garage's one window holding the finished hides up to the light and searching them for defects, then stretching them over his knee before making his selection"Feel this," he'd say to the Swede once they were safely back in the car, and the child would crease a delicate kidskin as he'd seen his father do, finger the balenciaga motorcycle handbags fineness appreciatively, the velvet texture of the skin's close, tight grain" That's leather," his father told him"What makes kidskin so delicate, Seymour?" "I don't know "Well, what is a kid?" "A baby goatAnd what does he eat?" "Milk?" "RightAnd because all the animal has eaten is milk, that's what makes the grain smooth and beautifulLook at the pores of this skin with a magni-220 fying glass and they're so fine you can't even see 'emBut the kid starts eating grass, that skin's a different storyThe goat eats grass and the skin is like sandpaperThe finest glove leather for a formal glove is what, Seymour?" "KidBut it's not only the kid, son, it's the tanningYou've got to know your tanneryIt's like a good cook and a bad cookYou get a good piece of meat and a bad cook can spoil it for youHow come someone makes a wonderful cake and the other doesn't? One is moist and nice and the other is drySame thing in leatherI worked in the tanneryIt's the chemicals, it's the time, it's the temperatureThat's where the difference comes inThat, and not buying second-rate skins to begin withCost as much to tan a bad skin as a good see by chloe bag s

Saturday, 18. September 2010

"And? When she's not sixteen anymore, she'll be...

By christonaoa, 20:18
"And? When she's not sixteen anymore, she'll be seventeen "At seventeen she won't be the sameAt eighteen she won't be the sameShe'll discover new interestsShe'll have college--academic pursuitsThe important thing is to keep talking with herNow she's even jealous of the cows "Then I'll keep talking to herThe important thing is not to abandon her and not to capitulate to her, and to keep talking even if you have to say the same thing over and over and overIt doesn't matter if it all seems hopelessYou can't expect what you say to have an immediate impact "It's what she says back that has the impact!" "It doesn't matter what she says backWe have to keep saying to her what we have to say to her, chanel classic bags even if saying it seems interminableWe must draw the lineIf we don't draw the line, then surely she's not going to obeyIf we do draw the line, there's at least a fifty percent chance that she will "And if she still doesn't?" "All we can do, Dawn, is to continue to be reasonable and continue to be firm and not lose hope or patience, and the day will come when she will outgrow all this objecting to everything "She doesn't want to outgrow itBut there is tomorrowThere's a bond between us all and it's tremendousAs long as we don't let her go, as long as we keep talking, tomorrow will comeOf course she's maddeningShe's unrecognizable to me, tooBut if you don't allow her to exhaust your patience and if you quilted chanel bags keep talking to her and you don't give up on her, she will eventually become herself again And so, hopeless as it seemed, he talked, he listened, he was reasonable

He read the names of girls in the papers who were...

By christonaoa, 04:37
He read the names of girls in the papers who were wanted by the authorities for crimes allegedly stemming from antiwar activities, girls that he imagined Merry knew, girls with whose lives he imagined his daughter's to be now interlinked: Bernadine, Patricia, Judith, Cathlyn, Susan, LindaHis father, after foolishly watching a TV news special about the police hunt for the underground Weathermen, among them Mark Rudd and Katherine Boudin and Jane Alpert--all in their twenties, Jewish, middle class, collegeeducated, violent in behalf of the antiwar cause, committed to revolutionary change and determined to overturn the United States government-- went around saying, "I remember when Jewish kids were home doing their homeworkWhat happened? What the hell happened to our smart Jewish kids? If, God forbid, their parents are no longer oppressed for a while, they run where they think they can find oppressionCan't live without itOnce Jews ran away from oppression

Friday, 17. September 2010

Composition #16, Picture #6, Meditation #11,...

By christonaoa, 10:18
Composition #16, Picture #6, Meditation #11, Untitled #12and what was there on the canvas but a band of long gray smears so pale across a white background that it looked as though Orcutt had tried not to paint the painting but to rub it out? Consulting the description of the exhibition in the flier, written and signed by the young couple who owned the frame shop, didn't do any good either"Orcutt's calligraphy is so intense the shapes dissolveThen, in the glow of its own energy, the brush stroke dissolves itself Why on earth would a guy like Orcutt, no stranger to the natural world and the great historical drama of this country--and a helluva tennis player--why on earth did he want to paint pictures of nothing? Since the Swede had to figure the guy wasn't a phony--why would someone as well educated and as self-confident as Orcutt devote all this effort to being a phony?--he could for a while put the confusion down to his own ignorance about artIntermittently the Swede might continue to think, "There's something wrong with this guyThere is some big dissatisfaction thereThis Orcutt does not have what he wants," but then the Swede would read something like that flier and realize that he didn't know what he was talking about"Two decades after the Greenwich Village years, Orcutt's ambition remains lofty: to create," the flier con-322 eluded, "a personal expression of universal themes that include the enduring moral dilemmas which define the human condition It never occurred to the Swede, reading the flier, that enough could not be claimed for the chanel jumbo paintings just because they were so hollow, that you had to say they were pictures of everything because they were pictures of nothing--that all those words were merely another way of saying Orcutt was talentless and, however earnestly he might try, could never hammer out for himself an artistic prerogative or, for that matter, any but the prerogative whose rigid definitions had swaddled him at birthIt did not occur to the Swede that he was right, that this guy who seemed so at one with himself, so perfectly attuned to the place where he lived and the people around him, might be inadvertently divulging that to be out of tune was, in fact, a secret and long-standing desire he hadn't the remotest idea of how to achieve except by oddly striving to paint paintings that looked like they didn't look like anythingApparently the best he could do with his craving to be otherwise was this stuffAnyway, it didn't matter how sad it was or what the Swede did or did not ask or understand or know about the painter once one of those calligraphic paintings expressing the universal themes that define the human condition made its way onto the Levov living room wall a month after Dawn returned from Geneva with her new faceAnd that's when things got a little sad for the Swede It was a band of brown streaks and not gray ones that Orcutt had been trying to rub out of Meditation #27, and the background was purplish rather than whiteThe dark colors, according to Dawn, signaled a revolution of the painter's formal meansThat's what she told him, and the Swede, not knowing quite how to chloe dior respond and with no interest in what "formal means" meant, settled lamely on "Interesting They didn't have any art hanging on the walls when he was a kid, let alone "modern" art--art hadn't existed in his house any more than it did in Dawn'sThe Dwyers had religious pictures, which might even be what accounted for Dawn's having all of a sudden become a connoisseur of "formal means": a secret embarrassment about growing up where, aside from the framed photos of Dawn and her kid brother, the only pictures were pictures of the Virgin Mary and of Jesus' heartThese tasteful people have modern art on the wall, we're going to have modern art on the wallFormal means on the wallHowever much Dawn might deny it, wasn't there something of that going on here? Irish envy? She'd bought the painting right out of Orcutt's studio for exactly half as much as it had cost them to buy Count when he was a baby bullThe Swede told himself, "Forget the dough, write it off--you can't compare a bull to a painting," and in this way managed to control his disappointment when he saw Meditation #27 go up on the very spot where once there had been the portrait of Merry that he'd loved, a painstakingly perfect if somewhat overly pinkish likeness of the glowing child in blond bangs she had been at sixIt had been painted in oils for them by a jovial old gent down in New Hope who wore a smock and a beret in his studio there--he'd taken the time to serve them mulled wine and tell them about his apprenticeship copying paintings in the Louvre--and who'd come to the house six times for see by chloe bag Merry to sit for him at the piano, and wanted only two thousand smackers for the painting and the gilt frameBut as the Swede was told, since Orcutt hadn't asked for the additional thirty percent it would have cost had they purchased #27 from the frame shop, the five grand was a bargain His father's comment, when he saw the new painting, was "How much the guy charge you for that?" With reluctance Dawn replied, "Five thousand dollars "Awful lot of money for a first coatWhat's it going to be?" "Going to be?" Dawn had replied sourly"Well, it ain't finishedI hope it ain't___Is it?" "That it isn't 'finished,'" said Dawn, "is the idea, Lou "Yeah?" He looked again"Well, if the guy ever wants to finish it, I can tell him how "Dad," said the Swede, to forestall further criticism, "Dawn bought it because she likes it," and though he also could have told the guy how to finish it (probably in words close to those his father had in mind), he was more than willing to hang anything Dawn bought from Orcutt just because she had bought itIrish envy or no Irish envy, the painting was another sign that the desire to live had become stronger in her than the wish to die that had put her into the psychiatric clinic twice"So the picture is shit," he told his father later"The thing is, she wanted itThe thing is she wants againPlease," he warned him, feeling himself--strangely, given the slightness of the provocation--at the edge of anger, "no more about that picture And Lou Levov being Lou Levov, the next time he visited Old Rimrock the first thing he did was to walk vintage omega watches up to the picture and say loudly, "You know something? I like that thingI'm gettin' used to it and I actually like itLook," he said to his wife, "look at how the guy didn't finish itSee that? Where it's blurry? He did that on purpose In the back of Orcutt's van was his large cardboard model of the new Levov house, ready to unveil to the guests after dinnerSketches and blueprints had been piling up in Dawn's study for weeks now, among them a diagram prepared by Orcutt charting how sunlight would angle into the windows on the first day of each month of the year"A flood of sunlight," said Dawn"Light!" she exclaimed"Light!" And if not with the brutal directness that could truly test to the limit his understanding of her suffering and of the panacea she'd devised, by implication she was damning yet again the stone house he loved and, too, the old maple trees he loved, the giant trees that shaded the house against the summer heat and every autumn ceremoniously cloaked the lawn in a golden wreath at whose heart he'd hung Merry's swing once upon a time The Swede couldn't get over those trees in the first years out in Old RimrockIt was more astonishing to him that he owned trees than that he owned factories, more astonishing that he owned trees than that a child of the Chancellor Avenue playing field and the unbucolic Weequahic streets should own this stately old stone house in the hills where Washington had twice made his winter camp during the Revolutionary WarIt was puzzling to own trees--they were not owned the way a business is owned or even a house is louis vuitton purses o

Thursday, 16. September 2010

"Go home? What do you mean by going home?"...

By christonaoa, 10:20
"Go home? What do you mean by going home?" "Home to my husband "And you expect me to say yes to that?" She raised her troubled eyes to his"What else is there? I can't stay here and lie to the people who've been good to me "But that's the very reason why I ask you to come away!" "And destroy their lives, when they've helped me to remake mine?" Archer sprang to his feet and stood looking down on her in inarticulate despairIt would have been easy to say: "Yes, come

Wednesday, 15. September 2010

He rides the bench for the rest of the year,...

By christonaoa, 10:19
He rides the bench for the rest of the year, pinch-hitting because of his strength at the plate, and then, over the snowy winter--back home in Connecticut spending days on the farm and evenings at the drugstore, well known now but really Grandma's boy all over again--he works diligently by himself on Dave Leonard's directive to keep his swing level ("A tendency to keep his right shoulder down, to swing up, was his worst fault"), suspending a ball from a string out in the barn and whacking at it on cold winter mornings with "his beloved bat" until he has worked himself into a sweat' The clean sweet sound of a bat squarely meeting a ball" By the next season he is ready to return to the Dodgers as a speedy right fielder, bats 25 in the second spot, and leads his team down to the wire as a contenderOn the last day of the season, in a game against the Giants, who are in first place by only half a game, the Kid kindles the Dodgers' hitting attack, and in the bottom of the fourteenth--with two down, two men on, and the Dodgers ahead on a run scored by the Kid with his audacious, characteristically muscular baserunning--he makes the final game-saving play, a running catch smack up against the right center-field wallThat tremendous daredevil feat sends the Dodgers into the World Series and leaves him "writhing in agony on the green turf of deep right center Tunis concludes like this: "Dusk descended upon a mass of players, on a huge crowd pouring onto the field, on a couple of men carrying an inert form through the mob on a stretcherThere was a clap of thunderRain descended upon the Polo Grounds Descended, descended, a clap of thunder, and thus ends the boys' Book of Job I was ten and I had never read anything like itI could not believe itThe reprehensible member of the Dodgers is Razzle Nugent, a great pitcher but a drunk and a hothead, a violent bully fiercely jealous of the KidAnd yet it is not Razzle carried off "inert" on a stretcher but the balenciaga giant bag best of them all, the farm orphan called the Kid, modest, serious, chaste, loyal, naive, undiscourageable, hard-working, soft-spoken, courageous, a brilliant athlete, a beautiful, austere boyNeedless to say, I thought of the Swede and the Kid as one and wondered how the Swede could bear to read this book that had left me near tears and unable to sleepHad I had the courage to address him, I would have asked if he thought the ending meant the Kid was finished or whether it meant the possibility of yet another comebackThe word "inert" terrified meWas the Kid killed by the last catch of the year? Did the Swede know? Did he care? Did it occur to him that if disaster could strike down the Kid from Tomkinsville, it could come and strike the great Swede down too? Or was a book about a sweet star savagely and unjustly punished--a book about a greatly gifted innocent whose worst fault is a tendency to keep his right shoulder down and swing up but whom the thundering heavens destroy nonetheless--simply a book between those "Thinker" bookends up on his shelf? Keer Avenue was where the rich Jews lived--or rich they seemed to most of the families who rented apartments in the two-, three-, and four-family dwellings with the brick stoops integral to our after-school sporting life: the crap games, the blackjack, and the stoop-ball, endless until the cheap rubber ball hurled mercilessly against the steps went pop and split at the seamHere, on this grid of locust-tree-lined streets into which the Lyons farm had been partitioned during the boom years of the early twenties, the first postimmigrant generation of Newark's Jews had regrouped into a community that took its inspiration more from the mainstream of American life than from the Polish shtetl their Yiddish-speaking parents had re-created around Prince Street in the impoverished Third WardThe Keer Avenue Jews, with their finished basements, their screened-in porches, their flagstone front steps, seemed to louis vuitton denim be at the forefront, laying claim like audacious pioneers to the normalizing American amenitiesAnd at the vanguard of the vanguard were the Levovs, who had bestowed upon us our very own Swede, a boy as close to a goy as we were going to get The Levovs themselves, Lou and Sylvia, were parents neither more nor less recognizably American than my own Jersey-born Jewish mother and father, no more or less refined, well spoken, or cultivatedAnd that to me was a big surpriseOther than the one-family Keer Avenue house, there was no division between us like the one between the peasants and the aristocracy I was learning about at schoolLevov was, like my own mother, a tidy housekeeper, impeccably well mannered, a nice-looking woman tremendously considerate of everyone's feelings, with a way of making her sons feel important--one of the many women of that era who never dreamed of being free of the great domestic enterprise centered on the childrenFrom their mother both Levov boys had inherited the long bones and fair hair, though since her hair was redder, frizzier, and her skin still youthfully freckled, she looked less startlingly Aryan than they did, less vivid a genetic oddity among the faces in our streets The father was no more than five seven or eight--a spidery man even more agitated than the father whose anxieties were shaping my ownLevov was one of those slum-reared Jewish fathers whose rough-hewn, undereducated perspective goaded a whole generation of striving, collegeeducated Jewish sons: a father for whom everything is an unshakable duty, for whom there is a right way and a wrong way and nothing in between, a father whose compound of ambitions, biases, and beliefs is so unruffled by careful thinking that he isn't as easy to escape from as he seemsLimited men with limitless energy