Her Mother’s Mother’s Mother and Her Daughters
Maria José Silveira, trans. Eric M. B. Becker
“It was easy to see at first glance that Lígia was a determined person with her own inner light.”
“It was easy to see at first glance that Lígia was a determined person with her own inner light.”
“On Broadway and Twenty-Eighth I stand in the middle of a bike lane. I look at a bike coming at me.”
“Like an early 19th-century poet, when I have melancholy moments and feel the world is too much for us and that late and soon we lay waste to our powers in getting and spending, I’m forced to pause and reflect upon my experiences with the dead and the hold they exert on our lives.”
“He is almost beautiful—running with the San Gabriels over one shoulder, the rise of the Hollywood Freeway as it arcs above the Pasadena Freeway over the other.”
“Sunday, ten thirty a.m. The city was still half-asleep. The clean, quiet streets gleamed in the bluish light.”
“He could be a sad song or a lonesome tune."
“She was sweating when she got back. It was later than she had thought and she started mixing the sauce before anything else.”
“I spend the next two years at the University of Iowa writing my book about Huitzilac.”
“Greenwich, July 1944. The sirens sounded once more, and the drum roll of the distant barrages resumed, getting louder as the firing crept closer and closer.”
“In the six months since the November day that his wife, Nola, was buried, Arthur Moses has been having lunch with her every day.”
“No matter how often the businesses on either side of the butcher shop have been painted, the cracking asphalt, gravel, dirt, and garbage give the cramped parade of single-story buildings a uniformly grubby appearance. ”
“In Britain’s land beyond the seas/the wind blows ever through the trees;”
“Today is not about sales. Here at Cutcorp, we’re interested in establishing long-term relationships. We’re interested in community.”
“Hide the liquor. All I have to do is fit the bottles and the ammunition into the walls of the house, wherever I’ve added the insulation.”
“I don’t remember much of how it all began. I remember flashes: windows flung wide in our apartment, a stuffy summer afternoon, manic frogs from the Vuka.”
"I tore the tattoo out of my uncle’s picture and lent it to my friends one left cross at a time."
“Then up from the moor, in a veil of mist, Grendel came slouching. He bore God’s wrath.”
“Roy did not realize he was lost until a woman hanging wash on a line in her backyard asked him what he was doing there. ”
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