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“After around fifty seconds, at a moment when she had the opportunity, Paul felt, based on hearing her side of what sounded like a mutual voicing of vague aggravation, to tactfully end the call and unambiguously convey she viewed their relationship as finished, Erin instead prolonged the call by speaking angrily, with sudden emotion indicating she wasn’t indifferent. Paul felt dizzy with the realization, as Erin continued talking in a manner like she’d forgotten his presence, that his view of her was uncontrollably changing, that parts of him were earnestly, if dramatically, no longer viewing her as a romantic possibility. He intuited a hidden intimacy in Erin and Beau’s hostility, a psychic collaboration—unconscious, or maybe conscious for one of them—assembling the structures, located days or weeks from now, where they would meet again to apologize and forgive and, while rescinding their insults, encouraged by the grammar and syntax and psychology of contrasts, near-automatically convey adoration, gratitude, compliments. Was this how people sustained relationships and sanity? By uninhibitedly expressing resentment to unconsciously contrast an amount of future indifference into affection? With quickly metabolized disappointment and a brief, vague, almost feigned restructuring of the mirage-like pile of miscellaneous items of his life Paul acclimated himself to this new reality in which he would talk to Erin less and never with full attention, always distracted by, if not someone else, the ever-present silhouette of a possible someone else.”
Taipei by Tao Lin(Source: lligv)
I am only halfway through this novel, but my here is my favorite line so far, Tao’s description of a heart on pg. 40.
When he heard laughter, before he could think or feel anything, his heart would already be beating like he’d sprinted twenty yards. As the beating slowly normalized he’d think of how his heart, unlike him, was safely contained, away from the world, behind bone and inside skin, held by muscles and arteries in its place, carefully off-center, as if to artfully assert itself as source and creator, having grown the chest to hide in and to muffle and absorb—and, later, after innovating the brain and face and limbs, to convert into productive behavior—its uncontrollable, indefensible, unexplainable, embarrassing squeezing of itself.
(via popserial)
what purpose did i serve in your life by Marie Calloway (May 25, Tyrant Books)
relevant links: Tyrant Books, May 30 event at St. Mark’s Bookshop, Adrien Brody, Huffington Post profile, Adrien Brody timeline/links, Tumblr archive of Marie Calloway-tagged posts
The Collected Works of Noah Cicero Vol. 1
(“Collecting Noah Cicero’s most acclaimed and popular works, this volume includes the short novels The Human War (soon to be a major motion picture), The Doomed, The Condemned, and Burning Babies, along with rare novellas and short stories that have not been available to the public in years.”—Lazy Fascist Press)
‘“Kmart realism” contextualized, to some degree’ (view larger or ‘very gigantic’) by Tao Lin
