Söndags-smakbit # 23
Jag läser en novellsamling av Carol Shields som heter Collected Stories
Titeln är länkad till förlaget där du kan läsa mer om författaren som avled 2003.
Så mycket kan sägas i en kort novell om man har den rätta talangen, något Carol Shields verkligen har.
Den här boken innehåller mer än 50 noveller!
Smakbit sid. 87 ur novellen Words
“Ian´s small northern country sent him to the meetings and it was there he met Isobel, who was representing her country. Se wore a terrible green dress and rather clumsy shoes, but he could see that her neck was slender, her waist narrow and her legs long and brown. For so young a woman, she was astonishingly articulate; in fact it was her voice more than anything else that he fell in love with – its hills and valleys and its pliant, easy-sided wit. It was a voice that could be distinguished in any gathering, being both sweet and husky and having an edging of contralto merriment that seemed to Ian as rare and fine as a border of gold leaf”.
s. 172 ur Taking the train
“She passed Gweneth what was left of a joint. -We were tired, said Gweneth, who had no recollection of being tired, but wasn´t ready yet to talk about Northie´s husband, who had been mauled to death by a grizzly in a provicial park the year before. (According to a news report in an eastern paper, the attack had been “provoked” by the ham sandwich he carried in the pocket of his jacket; such an innocent act, Gweneth had thought at the time, to carry a ham sandwich.)”