Quotes
List here any quote, from The Victim, that inspires you, or is something that gives you a strong visual image, or maybe you just admire the author's use of words ..... poetic, lyrical, straightforward, cultural, etc ....
A novel is balanced between a few true impressions and the multitude of false ones that make up most of what we call life. ~ Saul Bellow "Bellow’s general strategy is to flatten and blur anything in the environment of the story that might weaken concentration on the foreground ethical melodrama he has constructed." Saul Bellow Interview Commentary on The Victim
From a tavern across the way came the slow notes of a guitar, the lighter carried away , the deeper repeated tranquilly.
ReplyDeleteThere was still a redness in the sky, like the flame at the back of a vast baker's oven; the day hung on, gaping fierily over the black of the Jersey shore.
ReplyDelete"What a box, the mind," Leventhal thought with something approaching a smile. "You'd just as soon expect hair to grow in your hand as some of the things that come out of it."
ReplyDeleteIn the yellowish, stiff web over the blackness of the window, the ferns and the immense moths were shot with holes and gaps.
ReplyDeleteThe mass of passengers on the open deck was still, like a crowd of souls, each concentrating on its destination.
ReplyDeleteYou don't agree that people have a destiny forced on them? Well, that's ridiculous, becasue they do. And that's all the destiny they get, so they better not assume they're running their own show. That's the kind of mistake I wouldn't care to make. There's nothing worse than being confused, too, in addition to being unlucky. But you find people who have their luck and take the credit for it, too - all brains and personality, when all that happened was that they were handed a bucket when it rained.
ReplyDelete... but I take it for granted that we're not gods, we're only creatures, and the things we sometimes think are permanent, they aren't permanent. So one day we're like full bundles and the next we're wrapping paper, blowing around the streets.
ReplyDeleteThe day had changed its look since dawn; it was warm, singularly beautiful. The color of the sky was strong; the clouds were as white as leghorn feathers rolling before a breeze that blew into the curtains and hauled at the strings of Mrs. Nunez' flower boxes.
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