i have not noticed this thread before.
go figure.
let's see....the last novels i read were:
thomas pynchon, against the day
1100 fucking pages. that much of anyone gets tiring. the good bits were very good indeed. and there was ALOT of other stuff.
mark z danielewski: house of leaves.
a fine fine creepy interesting book. i found myself wishing at times that danielewski was a more disciplined writer, but those times passed. absolutely worth reading.
i am reading djuna barnes' nightwood.
i love this book:
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Looking out into the fading sun of the winter sky, against which a little tower rose just outside the bedroom window, Nora would tabulate by the sounds of Robin dressing the exact progress of her toilet; chimes of cosmetic bottles and cream jars; the faint perfume of hair heated under the electric curlers; seeing in her mind the changing direction taken by the curls that hung on Robin's forehead, turning back from the low crown to fall in upward curves to the nape of the neck, the flat uncovered back head that spoke of some awful silence. Half narcotized by the sounds and the knowledge that this was in preparation for departure, Nora spoke to herself: "In the resurrection, when we come up looking backward at each other, I shall know you only of all that company. My ear shall turn in the socket of my head; my eyeballs loosened where I am the whirlwind about that cashed expense, my foot stubborn on the cast of your grave." In the doorway, Robin stood. "Don't wait for me," she said.
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