Showing posts with label Penguin RandomHouse Canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Penguin RandomHouse Canada. Show all posts

 

"Then she stepped into a puddle of snow, and now the bottom of her sock was wet. Now she had a complaint about her sock! Why was she here? Why did she exist? To complain to the creator about socks? Why had God not destroyed this draft, and started a new one already? What was he waiting to hear?


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Pure Colour by Sheila Heti

 

"I don't believe that everything will be fine either. I don't actually know anyone who thinks everything will be fine, or anyone who could say, with a straight face and a clear heart, that we are on track to leave behind a healthy, habitable planet that will sustain the miracle of biodiversity along with our children and the children of our children. But despair and depression are not the only possible responses to this fact, however sensical they may be." 

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On Freedom: Four Songs of Care and Constraint by Maggie Nelson

"Life is going badly because of where you born, or whom you were born to, and in between, living from one end of it to another, we have lousy love affairs."

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Theory by Dionne Brand

"If it weren't for having to read the Quran every day since as far back as I remember, I would have believed I didn't deserve to be happy, to be loved, or to have a choice in who I married. I would have spent my entire life believing that violence was just a given, a reality that I had no choice but to tolerate. But Allah, my Allah, told me that I deserved better."

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We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir by Samra Habib

"What the dopey, bloviating culture of think piece-y optimism needs is renewed, radical pessimism: an acknowledgement that the machinations of the culture industry are bad, and that it is the duty of the critic to oppose them." 
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Hater by John Semley

"Fiction writers are constantly asked, 'Is this autobiographical?'..I do think that the proper relationship of a writer to his or her own life is similar to a cook with a cupboard. What that cook makes from what's in the cupboard is not the same thing as what's in the cupboard..."

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See What Can Be Done: Essays, Criticism and Commentary by Lorrie Moore

"Nothing was normal here and that I liked. Here, in this ravaged landscape, I didn't have to shrink from everyday details that were no longer ours. The shop we bought hot bread from, a blue car, a basketball. My surroundings were as deformed as I was. I belonged here."

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Wave by Sonali Deraniyagala


"...in the whole history of literature love is quite routinely depicted as an engulfing process of ecstatic suffering which finally, mercifully, obliterates us and delivers us to oblivion."
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Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett

"...like the sight of me is music, is the song she loves best."

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13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl

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