From “Forgetting Elena”

If people looked so tragically at one another on the beach, everyone would burst out laughing; but at night, in private, they no longer have to be nonchalant or original. … [Read more...]

From “Forgetting Elena”

"Fire! Fire!" exclaimed five men and one woman dressed in matching purple Byzantine pants, purple but streaked with white iris roots twining asymmetrically into knots over the knees before unraveling into crisp points above the feet, like so many witnesses identifying a wanted person. … [Read more...]

From “Forgetting Elena”

We cross the dunes on a narrow path, stepping over the wooden pickets of a low, rambling fence which may have been put up to retain sand against the ravages of the tide. The stakes, once red, now a softer hue, stand erect only in a few places. Most of them are half buried in the dunes; they are lavender eyelashes lowered against white cheeks. … [Read more...]

From “Forgetting Elena”

"As to your question, 'Why do we put up with Bob?', I should have thought that nothing would be easier to do. He's a charming young man. We are all equals now."Herbert's closing words, delivered almost inaudibly, arose as unexpectedly out of the drift of his argument as a human arm out of the waves at night. … [Read more...]

From Edmund White, “Forgetting Elena”

I am the first person in the house to awaken, but I am unsure of the implications. I can't be absolutely certain, of course, whether everyone else is still sleeping, but the other two men in the room are breathing heavily and their hands are stretched out, curled or closed in positions that seem at once natural and improbable--in short, I doubt whether anyone would be clever enough to improvise such convincing gestures of repose.--This is the opening of the novel! Plus it made me laugh … [Read more...]


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