January 2011
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Becca was watching an action film for which an aging actor had been resurrected, cleaned and sobered and driven straight to the set from rehab so that he could portray humorously a comic book hero and save his dying career.
Have you seen this? said Becca.
Sherwin looked at the television screen. Some Arabs were torturing the actor in a cave, his heart wired to a car battery. They...
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Cotton fields and beetbacked kids screwing innertubes on their way to the river. Scrawny howlmouthed children barefoot in the truckbed pounding the cab to go on Giddyup. One sister to eight brothers, related the way dogs are related, living life without a coin of shade or the aid of modern dentistry. Bucking, deaf. Cauldron born. They went on by.
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For five hours he felt like God. Then he came down and chewed off a piece of his mouth. When he booted up in the morning to head out he had a batch of cotton tucked between his cheek and gum. He drove east on the Loop 202 out of Phoenix over Tempe and into Mesa where it became the Red Mountain Freeway. It was almost raining and cold and when he was back on surface streets he rolled down the...
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“She watched him come down the stairs, looking nearly weightless in his pajamas,...”
– Don DeLillo. Libra.
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American kitchens.