Showing posts with label Coach House Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Coach House Books. Show all posts

 

"I don't remember everything correctly, but I don't want to lie to you. Because I very nearly love you. Deeply, even jealously, I want to tell you something. Because I have a compulsion to tell you."

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The Laundromat Essay by Kyle Buckley

 

"The stallion was cantering around the arena, gaining confidence with me, when he suddenly slipped and came crashing down on his right side. His hulking body landed squarely on my leg, crushing me under the weight of a thousand pounds."

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The Breaks by Julietta Singh

 

"Baxter marches back and forth down the aisle with the carpet sweeper. As long as he keeps walking from one end of the car to the other, he can stay awake. One foot in front of the other, the low swish of his pant legs as they brush back and forth against each other, the low squeak of the leather of his shoes, as the leather uppers pull at the worn soles, the whir of the sweeper brushing the same long strip, licking up the crumbs and fragments, his breath strongly in and out."

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The Sleeping Car Porter by Suzette Mayr

 "I've long suspected that women subconsciously accept some version of the belief that we're supposed to want secure romantic relationships more than anything in the world. The logical extension of that is an expectation that we should want to stay, to make it work, the moment we find a partner who is decent and willing. It's still a broadly accepted facet of collective pseudoscience that while men are biologically compelled to spread their seed, we women are wired to be bond-formers, family-builders, nature's natural nurturers."
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Hard to Do: The Surprising, Feminist History of Breaking Up by Kelli Maria Korducki

"'He called himself a 'thug Buddha'...It was always Now o'clock.'"

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Closer: Notes from the Orgasmic Frontier of Female Sexuality by Sarah Barmak

"'We now live in a society where everyone [fears] they're the same, so they want to specify and differentiate,' she said. 'My playlist is different from your playlist; my Facebook page is different from your Facebook page. It's a sense of anxiety, where you think you don't exist if you're not different from everybody else.'"

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