Dirt Road
James Kelman
“It was half five in the morning when his father wakened him.”
“Six months ago, Dalia walked into Charlie’s office for the first time.”
“From his morning perch atop Gansu’s yellow cliffs, the New Year arrived with the pop hiss of firecrackers set on the valley’s crowded streets.”
“Lila pushed open the screen door and then closed it behind her again, gently.”
“George had come back from the visiting room where his girlfriend, Sunshine, just told him she had cancer.”
“There was no fall in California, and this had forever been a problem for Flannery.”
“They’d driven where Uncle Bud had shown them on his tattered maps—west on a long unmarked logging road deep into the woods, through two unattended paper-company gates, then north on a faint jeep trail, once much used, no longer.”
“The taxi sailed downtown along the East River, on its way to deliver me to my first whorehouse.”
“Dave said, I’d met this guy at a bar who happened to be a night guard at The Frick museum, and he said he could, since he knew I was a painter (‘Only a Sunday painter,’ I’d said; ‘Whatever,’ this guy’d said), if I was interested, let me in to the museum after hours.”
“It was every Dolphin’s loftiest goal: to be chosen by Jim Yablonski, director of the Downriver Municipal Outdoor Pool, as one of his Drowners.”
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