Rescuers of skydivers search among the clouds a novel /
When you step inside Patrick Lawler's Rescuers of Skydivers Search Among the Clouds, you will find yourself hovering in the clouds, among a family and a town, and in the world of one of fiction's most inventive writers. Patrick Lawler's novel is about resonance, echoes, and naming; ab...
| Основен автор: | Lawler, Patrick. |
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| Формат: | Електронен |
| Език: | English |
| Публикувано: |
Tuscaloosa :
FC2,
℗♭2012.
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| Издание: | 1st ed. |
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| Онлайн достъп: |
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Rescuers of skydivers search among the clouds. |
Съдържание:
- My Mother Walked Down Joy Boulevard. My Father Was A Beekeeper.; My Sister Solves The Riddle Of The Miniature House.; The Ornithologist Stands With Her Hands Cupped Together
- Palms Up
- Waiting To Catch What She Is Certain Is Falling Towards Her From The Sky.; Bodies Move Into Each Other Like Birds Into A Window.; The Person We Hired To Find Lost Things Becomes Lost.; Most Of Us Will Die From Complication From Our Treatments.; That Was The Year My Parents Began Speaking In A Strange Language.; The Birds Give Up Their Wigs.; The Healer Eventually Becomes Afraid Of Her Hands.
- The Way Glass Vibrated Slightly After Being Touched By Light. Words Yanked Out Of Silence. I Wake Up Inside Books.; Where There'S Smoke There Are Fireflies.; Every Time The Dictionary Swallowed; I Can't Put It Into Worlds.; The Machinery Was Put In Place To Repair A Broken Sky.; I Began Losing Pieces Of My Story.; The House That Lived In The Ground.; The Time-Flies Flew Around My Grandfather's Face. "Time-Flies," Said My Dead Grandfather, And He Made A Hum Sound With His Closed Mouth.; There Was More Space For Space Than There Was For Words.; Know Their Knot.
- We Determined That The Music Playing In Our House Would Be Exactly The Same Music Playing In Our Cellar. My Eyes Take Turns Closing.; The World Was A Character In The Story That I Wrote.; Events And Objects Seemed To Be Meaningful But Not With The Meaning I Had Assigned Them.; "I'D" Hide In The Middle Of Hiding.; I Have No Words For This.; The World Of Sad Objects Starts Singing.; The Fireman Carried The Ashes Of All His Fires In His Pocket.; For The People Who Fell From The Burning Plane.; I Started Speaking In Code
- If I Said Everything Was Ok Then It Was Not.
- That Was The Year I Finally Died In My Story. If You Enter Through This Door You Must Give Up The Darkness In Your White Head.; One Day They Will Look Back At Us And Say, "What On Earth Were They Thinking?"; At School I Write A Story Called "Genitalia."; The Fire Eater Burped Smoke.; My Shoes Fell Asleep.; If I Pull The Rope Hard Enough, The Whole Sky Comes Tumbling Down.; I Grew My Parents In The Dark Of The Cellar.; One Of My Aunts Said, "I've Run Out Of Pills To Take."; My Father'S Two Heads.; My Brother Asked Us To Call Him Sisyphus.
- In A House That Was My Body Was A Room That Was My Life. The Detective Knocked On The Door And Asked What Had Happened.; "I Want To One Day Live My Life So I Can Make My Lover's Psychiatrist Proud."; Our Stories Repeat Themselves Endlessly Around Us-Ultimately Revising Who We Are Every Time.; Making A List Of All The Lists That Were Made.; This Is The Dawn Of The Rest Of Our Lies.; Birds Never Left The Sky.; The World Of Melted Things.; The Town Determines What This Means.; My Mother Looked Up The Expiration Date For The Holy Water.; We Called The Cellar The Well-Wound.