Söndags-smakbit # 23

Bloggen Flykten från verkligheten ger oss varannan söndag chansen att publicera ett litet smakprov ur en bok vi läser.

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.)”