An unassuming young man was travelling, in midsummer, from his native city of Hamburg to Davos-Platz in the Canton of the Grisons, on a three week’s vist.
The Magic Mountain, by Thomas Mann (translated from the German by H.T. Lowe-Porter, and which I’m reading,as the author suggested, for the second time.)
“Tonight, I have a story to tell, one that for years I’ve kept buried, one that I’d hoped could have remained so forever.”
Mr. Yancey could usually be found at the Charleston Hotel, where the anti-Douglas forces were gathering, and a Northerner who went around to have a look at him reported that he was unexpectedly quiet and mild-mannered: as bland and as smooth as Fernando Wood, the silky Democratic boss from New York City, but radiating a general air of sincerity that Wood never had.
The Coming Fury by Bruce Catton
It was an unmarked car, just some nondescript American sedan a few years old, but the blackwall tires and the three men inside gave it away for what it was.
The Outsider by Stephen King
“There are some strange summer mornings in the country, when he who is but a sojourner from the city shall early walk forth into the fields, and be wondersmitten with the trance-like aspect of the green and golden world.”
Pierre: or, The Ambiguities by Herman Melville
" Boys are playing basketball around a telephone pole with a backboard bolted to it. "
Rabbit, Run by John Updike.
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“Secunits don’t care about the news.”
Artificial Condition: The Murderbot Diaries, by Martha Wells.
That’s a very good series. You are in for an enjoyable ride.
I’m excited- I have been aware of this book and of all of his books my entire life.
Somehow I did not pick them up in high school even though they were in some of my English classes.
The beauty and density of his language is startling.
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“Five men stumbled out of the mountain pass so sunstruck they didn’t know their own names, couldn’t remember where they had come from, had forgotten how long they’d been lost.”
Luis Alberto Urrea, The Devil’s Highway
(When I began reading this 2004 book off and on about six months ago, I had no idea that migrants crossing the US-Mexico border would be such a hot topic just as I was finishing it.)
ETA: eunoia, that’s beautiful.
“I’d never seen him before the day we killed him.”
There is a feeling in many quarters that altogether too much fuss is bring made about J.D. Salinger
“When I took this athletic director’s job fifteen years ago, I knew the toughest part would be trying to keep our football scholars eligible so they could make the Big U. prouder and richer with their touchdown scampers.”
Stick a Fork in Me, by Dan Jenkins
Common Sense, by Thomas Paine. It was published in February 1776, so maybe he was wrong.
Regards,
Shodan
“The blaze of sun wrung pops of sweat from the old man’s brow, yet he cupped his hands around the glass of hot sweet tea as if to warm them.”
The Exorcist, William Peter Blatty
“My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip.”
– Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens
“Minerva is the fourth planet out from the sun in the solar system, the first planet past Earth’s orbit.”
A World of Difference, by Harry Turtledove
Ryan was nearly killed twice in half an hour.
Patriot Games, by Tom Clancy
“Theodore is in the ground.”
The Alienist, by Caleb Carr
“The black man is dying, but neither he nor any of the other men in the barn suspects it.”