Forlag Faber and Faber
Utgivelsesår 2010
Format Paperback
ISBN13 9780571260836
Språk Engelsk
Sider 240
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Start en diskusjon om verket Se alle diskusjoner om verket"Yes," he said, realizing that faced with the large questions of life and not finding large answers, one must settle for makeshift, little answers, just as on any given day a person must at least eat someting, even if it was not marvelous and huge.
Basically, I realized, I was living in that awful stage of life from the age of twenty-six to thirty-seven known as stupidity.
"You're not Czechoslovakian, I hope," he would say, always the same joke, and point to the sign on the cash register which said, SORRY, NO CHECKS.
I am average in love. I say things like "I love you" and "I need you I really do." I say them too quickly, like an asshole.
“You come off it,” I say. This is the old children’s strategy of retort. I’ve learned it from Georgianne or rembembered it or maybe simply saved and practiced it.” You’re being so, well…bourgeois.”
This is the word that intelligent, twentieth-century adults use when they want to criticize each other. It is the thinking man’s insult. It is the wrong word. Don’t let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash, Darrel said once, and this time I truly have. Darrel’s been storing up for it and leaps on it like a wild man. “Bourgeois!?” He’s pacing quick and hard, left to right. “You!” he shouts, freezes, points at me.”