Maggie O'farrell
Wow�go read this�.
http://books.guardian.co.uk/firstchapters/story/0,6761,690477,00.html
Wow, I think this girl can really write in such a beautiful way.� This book doesn�t appear to be available in the us. �But another
of her books is.� I�m going to go look
for it�.
It is lines like the following that make me love the poetry of
language�
1.
Lily sees the world swivel on its
axis, her hair, lighter than her, flowing past her face, her fingers shedding
roses and spinning discs of coins.
2.
�in that split-second
shutter-snap moment�
3.
At the touch of fingers, tight as ivy
on her sleeve, she looks up.
4.
A repetitive, thrumming pulse of music is stretching at the
walls of the building.
5.
Her injured hands feel sensitised,
peeled like eggs.
6.
He does it again, fiddling his
answers, until he gets cross with himself and turns instead to an article about
a testicle festival in
(testical
festival? Hahahaha)
7.
Suddenly, a woman's voice, in the cracked vowels of a language
he couldn't fathom, was sliding down the spiral staircase of his ear.
8.
Someone standing in the corner lets a cup of coffee slip from
their fingers and it shatter-smashes, a hot, dark lake of coffee spreading over
the neat chess-squares of lino.
9.
As she climbs the stairs she imagines she's leaving a swirl of
water molecules in her wake.
10.
The moment see-saws between them, and it's one of a peculiar,
febrile clarity: she can hear the blood-throb of his heart, the static shift of
her shoe-soles against the carpet. There are textures everywhere: he scratches
his head and hair-shaft crackles against scalp, nails against follicles. Their
clothes, moving on their bodies, are bonfires of silk against cotton, wool
against denim.
(damn!)
11.
They look at it together, a tiny
runway on his outstretched hand.
12.
'You,' he says, as if weighing the
word on his tongue.
�Maggie I think you rule!�