Söndags-smakbit # 51

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Jag läser We all want impossible things av Catherine Newman
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Smakbit sid. 49
”Edi and I grew up together i New York, and once, in tenth grade, walking the five blocks that separated our apartments, we stopped half a dozen times to vomit up vast, clear pools of the vodka we´d stolen from her parents pantry. Probably we were dressed like Madomma in Desperately Seeking Susan so our hair was held conveniently back for us by knotted headscarves. I told my parents we had a stomach virus. Edi was lying groaningly in empty tub in the bathroom and I had my cheek pressed to the cool tiles of the floor.”

sid 125
”Marriage confused me. Some days it seemed to be just and endless sequence of body functions: the fan turned on in the smelly bathroom; the sound of someone clipping their toenails into the trash can; a waxy Q-tip on the counter; a scrim of shaved-off hairs around the sink. Another person´s waste sloughing off incessantly! It can really drain a person of the will to live.”
And our sex life. It was like an overgrown houseplant; rangy and neglected, straining toward the windows, some of the leaves yellowing, dropping off. But then one day it would be suddenly lush and healthy, unblighted and covered in blooms”