It's Too Late to be Awake

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But I'm so taken with this line from Jean Rhys' book, Good Morning, Midnight and I updated my goodreads review of it to include this, and I want to record it here, too. So's I remember it.

Not even sure why I like this bit so, but I do:

"I want a long, calm book about people with large incomes--a book like a flat green meadow and the sheep feeding in it."

Maybe I like it because it's so not what this book is like--it's about a very poor, sad, desperate woman--and there's something delicious about saying that within its walls. Maybe its because I know that feeling--not just of wanting to read a book like that, but of wanting to BE a book like that--a calm book about a person with a large income, with something akin to well-fed, drowsy sheep. If only.

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eden said…
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August 4, 2009 at 3:03 AM
Anonymous said…
The rich book sounds boring. I don't think people would want to read it. Unless they were ninja sheep.
August 4, 2009 at 6:19 PM
belann said…
I hope your life at some point becomes the flat green meadow. I don't even care if the sheep are there. Just the flat green.
August 4, 2009 at 6:55 PM
Mike and Emily said…
Maybe the flat green isn't worth it...sheep can be smelly. And noisy. With their BAH BAH here and there BAH BAh there...sheesh. I don't think it ever stops. I always always always love your posts and wake up in the morning hoping that you posted.
August 5, 2009 at 11:52 AM
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