Friday, April 21, 2017

Blogging DFW 9

Oh, but the finesse!

“The first birth of the Incandezas’ second son was a surprise. The tall and eye-poppingly curvaceous Avril Incandenza did not show, bled like clockwork; no hemorrhoids or gland-static; no pica; affect and appetite normal; she threw up some mornings but who didn’t in those days?”

And Mario is born “on a metal-lit November evening.”


“He had to be more or less scraped out, Mario, like the meat of an oyster from a womb to whose sides he’d been found spiderishly clinging, tiny and unobtrusive, attached by cords of sinew at both feet and a hand, the other fist stuck to his face by the same material.”

Mario.

Avril. 


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