Melville House UK

  • finalfadeouthas quotedlast year
    And so, shamefully, I looked. I looked for evidence of their unhappiness, all the while repressing the fact that my search reminded me of a particularly dysfunctional moment in Leonard Michaels’s account of his tortured, explosive, and eventually disastrous relationship to his first wife, Sylvia. Upon learning that a friend had an equally horrible relationship with equally horrible fights, Michaels writes: “I was grateful to him, relieved, giddy with pleasure. So others lived this way, too. . . . Every couple, every marriage, was sick. Such thinking, like bloodletting, purged me. I was miserably normal; I was normally miserable.” He and Sylvia marry; a short, miserable time later, she’s dead from forty-seven Seconals.
  • finalfadeouthas quotedlast year
    I knew you were a good animal, but felt myself to be standing before an enormous mountain, a lifetime of unwillingness to claim what I wanted, to ask for it. Now here you were, your face close to mine, waiting.
  • finalfadeouthas quotedlast year
    But is there really such a thing as nothing, as nothingness? I don’t know. I know we’re still here, who knows for how long, ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.
  • Ale Salinashas quoted4 months ago
    I would lose sight of how magical my body was, how magical I was. I would lose the sense that my body was mine at all.
  • Ale Salinashas quoted4 months ago
    Through a series of violent, culturally sanctioned events—so commonplace that women simply call them “life”—my innate relationship to my body was taken from me and replaced with something foreign and alien and harmful.
  • Ale Salinashas quoted4 months ago
    the inherent magic of being alive and the vehicle through which that magic is experienced, my body.
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