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- Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1993 02:34:29 +0100
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- Subject: Reflections at a late hour
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- I thought I'd get Chapter 8 done tonight, but I still have four pages
- to go, and I'm calling it a day. I talked to a fellow sufferer yesterday,
- the translator of the second of the Robicheaux novels. He thought that
- on the whole the most irritating aspect of Burke's style is his
- constant insertion of vapidly poetic observations of nature.
-
- Mrs Burke: Did you get the wine on your way home, honey?
- Mr Burke: Yes, I went to the store on Broadway. As I parked the car
- the sky was pink like the belly of a freshly caught fish
- and in the distance the mountains looked like jagged
- ice cones. The Burgundy was more expensive than I expected.
- Mrs Burke: How nice, dear. How many bottles did you get?
- Mr Burke: There was a gray wetness in the air that seemed to push
- the willows into the ground. Five.
- Mrs Burke: Only five?
- Mr Burke: Yes, but don't forget the ones in our cellar, where the twilight
- seeps through the dirty window onto the floor like maple syrup
- onto a slice of moldy toast.
- Mrs Burke: Moldy?
-
- In this particular novel, perhaps the most unbearable aspect of the
- story itself is the suffocating cuteness of the little girl Alafair,
- who should have been strangled at birth.
-