Drastic: Stories

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Harper Collins, 13 oct. 2009 - 224 pages

Meet the college graduate working in a whole body–donation clinic; a young woman obsessed with Benedictine monks; a middle-aged woman who becomes a stand-in talk-show guest; unlikely friends who meet in a domestic violence shelter; a young girl and the father who stole her away to escape his wife's mental illness; a graduate student from a suburban family who believes her physical connection to the world is deteriorating. Maud Casey -- author of The Shape of Things to Come, a New York Times Notable Book -- explores how we survive modern crises of loss and love through the lives of emotional and geographic nomads. Each flirts with madness and self-destruction while reaching toward life. These simple gestures of optimism and vitality, gorgeously rendered, make drastic an unforgettable collection.

 

Table des matières

Indulgence
90
Talk Show Lady
122
Genealogy
133
Aspects of Motherhood
168
The Arrangement of the Night Office in Summer
182
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Page 11 - For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell, Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 15 - My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, His locks are bushy, and black as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: His lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Page 37 - Lucy slipped into the women's rest room to splash cold water on her face. She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to separate herself from her body, like meat from the bone, until she began to look pale.
Page 47 - I didn't leave the house. The first thing I did when I got to the shelter a week ago was to see how it felt to be on his end of the line. He picked up the phone and said, "Eliza...
Page 124 - I never in a million years thought it could happen to me.
Page 133 - I can't put my finger on it, but I know I've seen you," he says, handing me my change.
Page 8 - George would pull it out and look at it from time to time, and then, at the end of the day, put it back under the chair's leg.

À propos de l'auteur (2009)

Maud Casey stories have appeared in T he Threepenny Review, Prairie Schooner, The Gettysburg Review, and elsewhere. Casey received her B.A. from Wesleyan University and her M.F.A. in fiction from the University of Arizona. She lives in Washington, DC and teaches in the MFA program at the University of Maryland.

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