Little Casino
Language: English
Pages: 220
ISBN: 1566891264
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In this superb novel composed of fragments of memory, Gilbert Sorrentino captures the unconventional nuances of a conventional world. A masterful collage of events is evocatively chained together by secrets and hidden truths that are almost accidentally revealed. Each episode, affectingly textured with penetrating detail, ferrets out the gristle and unconventional beauty found in the voices of the working-class inhabitants from an irretrievable, golden age Brooklyn.
T.S. Eliot and Early Modern Literature
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beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker. It is then that the true division begins, of twenty-two by seven, for example, and the pages fill with the true ciphers at last.” Samuel Beckett, it may be recalled, was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. So were many, many other people. This woman, vexed and exasperated by life, is, in effect, saying, “I won’t cry anymore, and I wish you were here,” or “I wish you were here, but I won’t cry
jamborees, and at the age of sixteen became an Explorer Scout. He went to Brooklyn College for a year as a full-time day student, then switched to night college because of the necessity of earning a living in order to assist his mother and father, both of whom were drunks. It took him seven years to earn a B.S. in Chemistry. He was drafted into the Army and became a Military Policeman, stationed, in that capacity, at Fort Dix, Fort Lee, and Fort Leonard Wood. After being discharged from the Army
of a wife, but he wouldn’t leave her, despite what he called “the fruit of their love” that lay in her womb an innocent, and despite her threats to tell the fucking cunt of a wife!, and then one day they had just goddamn moved away, and then the near-fatal recurring hemorrhages began, and the trauma of her history of sexual, physical, moral, mental, emotional, religious, and, uh, ethical abuses almost killed her, yes. And then there was the trauma of trying to live with the horrible memories of
employer was my pastor, Pastor Ingebretsen. Q. The stenographer will see to it that that name does not get into the record? Thank you. Now, Miss. Did you ever stay atyour employer’s house while his wife was away, and while you, as a matter of fact, were still married? A. I had, I have been told, arthritic brain swellings at the time. Q. Is this a photograph of you and your employer in bed together at the Acey-Five Motel? And isn’t this other woman, who is standing at the side of the bed, the
university or college. To get this young wife “out of [her] damned uniform” is not at all the same thing as having her undress. Tu-whit, tu-whoo, jug-jug, and ding-a-ding. The libertine’s hell SHORTS AND DRESSES. AND SKIRTS AND blouses. And shirts and slips and half-slips and camisoles. And brassieres and panties and corsets and girdles and teddies. And garter belts, sheer stockings, high heels. Suits, evening gowns, slacks, jeans. Christ knows what else, or what they’re called. Dozens,
