Accordion Crimes, Annie Proulx
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It seemed Sicily was pouring out as cornmeal from a ripped sack. The railway station swarmed with people shouting, gesticulating, dragging valises and wooden boxes this way and that, crowding from the door of the station onto the platform, itself a crush of relatives embracing and clenching each other's shoulders, a storm of heaving cloth, the women's head scarves folded in triangles and knotted under their chins, brilliant geometries against the mass of black backs.
The father and son boarded the train and waited for it to move in the company of buzzing flies and passengers struggling on and off. They sweltered in their woolen suits. On the platform the people seemed mad. Women cried and threw their arms up in the air; men pummeled the shoulders and upper arms of departing sons; children howled and clung to receding skirts and grips that tore fabric; babies wrenched their mothers' hair. the conductors, the train officials, shouted, pushed back the unticketed. Down the length of the train passengers leaned out the open windows, crushing and kissing hands for the last time, their mouths contorted by grief. p21
Silvano was repulsed by the moil on the wharf. It was as though some great spatula had scraped through Italy and deposited this crust of humans on the edge of the oily harbor, the squirming crowd a thousand times greater than at the train station. p24
These two descriptions made me want to collect descriptions of cities and ports.
The lives of the children were in precarious balance; it was better not to love them too much. p63
This has to do with how in the days of moving west and getting settled, it was hard for children to stay alive. Says a lot in a line.
A man in a phone booth at the end of the hall shrieked. Chris's lawyer sprawled on the filthy marble floor, one middle-aged leg moving like that of a dreaming dog, glasses rucked up into his hair, a fan of papers around his head, the edges absorbing blood. p136
It's so visual it's like watching it happen.
The following section comes when one of the characters has to lose a finger...
"Got to come off."
Charles couldn't understand how it had happened; it had simply occurred in a moment indistinguishable from a million others that had passed safely. p153
He studied the veiny map, the thruway a main blood vessel pulsing down the state, and the vein roads leading away east and west and then branching out into fine capillaries that ended in small towns. p281
Typical kind of description, but true.
https://www.librarything.com/review/107801207
The father and son boarded the train and waited for it to move in the company of buzzing flies and passengers struggling on and off. They sweltered in their woolen suits. On the platform the people seemed mad. Women cried and threw their arms up in the air; men pummeled the shoulders and upper arms of departing sons; children howled and clung to receding skirts and grips that tore fabric; babies wrenched their mothers' hair. the conductors, the train officials, shouted, pushed back the unticketed. Down the length of the train passengers leaned out the open windows, crushing and kissing hands for the last time, their mouths contorted by grief. p21
Silvano was repulsed by the moil on the wharf. It was as though some great spatula had scraped through Italy and deposited this crust of humans on the edge of the oily harbor, the squirming crowd a thousand times greater than at the train station. p24
These two descriptions made me want to collect descriptions of cities and ports.
The lives of the children were in precarious balance; it was better not to love them too much. p63
This has to do with how in the days of moving west and getting settled, it was hard for children to stay alive. Says a lot in a line.
A man in a phone booth at the end of the hall shrieked. Chris's lawyer sprawled on the filthy marble floor, one middle-aged leg moving like that of a dreaming dog, glasses rucked up into his hair, a fan of papers around his head, the edges absorbing blood. p136
It's so visual it's like watching it happen.
The following section comes when one of the characters has to lose a finger...
"Got to come off."
Charles couldn't understand how it had happened; it had simply occurred in a moment indistinguishable from a million others that had passed safely. p153
He studied the veiny map, the thruway a main blood vessel pulsing down the state, and the vein roads leading away east and west and then branching out into fine capillaries that ended in small towns. p281
Typical kind of description, but true.
https://www.librarything.com/review/107801207
