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The View from Yves Hill
William Boyd
‘What is the point of rising early? I congratulate myself if I'm out of bed before midday.’
Ecstasy
J. Robert Lennon
‘She lay there, her hand on her jeans in the place where she’d seen John’s head coming out of his mother.’
The Enemy
Tessa Hadley
‘She relished the thought of his rather ravaged fifty-five-year-old and oh-so-male head against her broderie anglaise pillowcases.‘
In Lana Turner’s Bedroom
Gaby Wood
‘It was because it was night-time and raining that I decided to drive up to Lana Turner's old house in Beverly Hills.’
Two or Three Things I Dunno About Cassavetes
Jonathan Lethem
‘Writing about Cassavetes feels like vocalese: putting lyrics to passages of jazz improvisation.’
Stay Up Late
Jim Lewis
‘She wanted to enjoy herself, she wanted to try, but she didn't know where to begin.’
Down in Front
Colson Whitehead
‘This is the part where we find our seats. Step on toes, suck in gut, make yourself flat as a movie screen.’
Midsummer in April
Maarten ’t Hart
‘A premonition of approaching calamity deepened in the course of March to an unease that drove me almost crazy.’
