#lorriemoore

[srdoblep]

RÍO ABAJO

El agua es cada vez más turbia, pero todavía se puede tomar. La mirada a la nada retorna en una angustia que le hace huir de su reflejo en el parabrisas. Quita la cara evitándose a sí mismo, cierra los ojos y arruga la nariz para acomodarse las gafas pero la mueca lo deja más descompuesto; esto es más grande y termina vencido por la desesperanza.

Ella pelea por  un espacio en las manillas del pasamano que comparte con otras dos mujeres. Su resignación reniega del temple de sus rasgos. Su pelo negro, liso y firme como las luchas de su pueblo le tapa la cara. Carga libros y nadie se ofrece a llevarlos en sus piernas. Carga rabias y nadie se ofrece a llevarlas en sus piernas. Carga deudas y nadie se ofrece a llevarlas en sus piernas. Carga un sueño y lo lleva sobre sus hombros.

Viaja con la córnea roja y su cabeza brega por sobresalir de la multitud que se va a perder el inicio de Yo Me Llamo. Lleva el sol en la cara y su pelo malo desordenado. Lo sostiene uno de los tubos de la zona de minusválidos de este acordeón que sólo toca pesares.

Suena Comfortably Numb, alguien tenía qué preguntar si nos sentimos mal, dónde duele y si nos vamos poner de pie ¡Pero es que no hemos caído! Nunca, totalmente.

Come on now I hear you're feeling down Well, I can ease your pain And get you on your feet again

Relax Seguimos siendo los más felices del mundo

I'll need some information first No es necesario saber más. A Sarmiento Angulo lo parimos nosotros y él nos mata de a vasito ¡Somos muy buenos! Pero construyó un edificio en la universidad. Tu universidad. La de todos. La Nacional, mijo y lleva su nombre.

Just the basic facts Ya se lo pagamos hace rato, varias veces, el, él, ella, vos, nosotros. Cuatro por mil veces. ¿No es suficiente?

Can you show me where it hurts duele cuando el chabacán que llevo al lado se corre porque sin querer mi mano negra toca su brazo, en un bus atestado de malas caras y como la vida es buena, suena George Benson y terminamos donde todo empieza, en la misma comida que tuviste al almuerzo. Tu mamá dice que no se sabe dónde te va a caer y la reminiscencia de Julio Jaramillo se gana un reality show después de muerto, por tomarse un vaso de agua que cogió del escritorio del papá. ¡Chao Papá! dirá el cantante. Leo Cómo Hacerse Escritora, está en Autoayuda de Lorrie Moore. Francie entra a la Universidad y "La tarea de esta semana en Creación Literaria es narrar un suceso violento." Colombia se cuenta sola.

  JUAN CAMILO

[fohaanyo93]

“No me importa si soy un pez, todavía quiero una bicicleta”.- #LorrieMoore. 🐡🚴‍♀️🌱 #SiempreUnaBici #Bicicleta #Paseo #Feliz (en Coyoacán, Distrito Federal, Mexico)

[quotaholic]

Things, however, rarely happened the way you understood them. Mostly they just sort of drove up alongside what you thought was the case and then moved randomly down some other way.

Lorrie Moore

[ijhernandez]

#Repost @seix_barral • • • • • • Lorrie Moore ha sido aclamada como una de las voces más importantes e influyentes de la ficción estadounidense. #LorrieMoore #Cuentos #Relatos #Relatoscortos #NovedadesEditoriales #NovedadesSeixbarral #seixbarral #lecturasrecomendadas #leoycomparto #vivirleyendo #VeranoSeixBarral #Lecuturasdeverano #SeixBarral #Leoycomparto #Leoyrecomiendo #Leeresvivir #NovedadesEditoriales https://www.instagram.com/p/CDN3TbSlVzA/?igshid=ljadupc88y0v

[cierraellibroalsalir]

Por fin nos miramos a los ojos

Ya en el aire, el decimoséptimo episodio de Cierra el libro al salir, el de por fin nos miramos a los ojos.

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En este episodio de Cierra el libro al salir, correspondiente al mes de mayo de 2020, te ofrecemos los siguientes contenidos:

0:00 Presentación.

6:15 Desnoticias muy visuales.

33:08 Cuéntame un libro: Ana y Fernando se cuentan Pájaros de América, de Lorrie Moore. Al final, Ana lee un fragmento de un cuento de la autora.

53:20 Reseña borgiana: Fernando nos habla Nuestra orilla del Vístula, una saga de libros larguísima (con un origen muy curioso) de John Tadeusz Novak..

1:06:15 Entrevista a destiempo. Hoy hablamos con Rosario Ferré.

1:15:30 Oído por ahí: Vuelve Alejandra, la hija de Fernando.

1:20:20 Despedida y cierre.

Puedes comprar los libros de los que te hablamos donde te apetezca, pero nosotros te sugerimos que lo hagas a través de una  pequeña librería y que te dejes aconsejar por los libreros.

La sintonía del programa es de Charles Matuschewski y los arreglos de nuestras voces de Elmar Geissler.

Cualquier sugerencia o crítica, incluso malintencionada, nos la podéis enviar a hola@cierraellibroalsalir.com. Búscanos en facebook (sobre todo), o en twitter o en instagram o en youtube, prometemos contestar de inmediato.

Esto es todo por esta vez. Dentro de un mes, otro episodio.

¡Ah!, no olvidéis cerrar el libro al salir.

[eating-their-words]

My October wrapup (not a great month): 1) 🇺🇸 #terrificmother #lorriemoore 3.5/5 2) 🇮🇹 #caromichele #nataliaginzburg 4/5 3) 🇮🇳 #inthebazaaroflove #khusrau 3.5/5 4) 🇬🇧 #money #martinamis 2.5/5 5) 🇺🇸 #theroadtolosangeles #johnfante 3/5 6) 🇬🇧 #thebladeartist #irvinewelsh 4/5 7) 🇺🇸 #adjustmentday #chuckpalahniuk 2/5 8) 🇬🇧 #thehoundofdeath #agathachristie 3.5/5 9) 🇬🇧 #melmoth #sarahperry 4/5 ~ #eatingtheirwordswrapups #bookstagram #bookstack #bibliophile https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Xski_gO2_/?igshid=znyma3tn2jgu

[pii182]

. I ran into #iacbookday on my way to station☘️📖 I had no idea about that, to be honest, but it's good opportunity, let me try to read the book with dog picture!😁🐶 . 朝駅前でなんやらイベントしよったき覗いてみたら、#セントパトリックデー にちなんでアイリッシュ系の本を配りよった☘️📖 かわいいおばあちゃんとおねえちゃんが色々おすすめを教えてくれた結果、ワンコの本を頂いてきた😋🐶新品! いい機会やき本を読んでみようと思う! . 完全#ジャケ買い ならぬ#ジャケ選び #ダックスフント #世界的ベストセラー やと #本 #LorrieMoore #Bark #吠える #getlit #literature #Dachshund #StPatrucksday #☘️ #novel #book #📖 https://www.instagram.com/p/BvB7Pg4B6io/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2yi022esf4pi

[imtryingmybestmostly]

[jennyleewrites]

Two of my NYC BFFs (who I have known since my early 20s) gifted me this beautiful hand painted print from Ideal Bookshelf for my bday a few years ago, which now hangs in my home office. These are just a few of my favorite books that have really meant a lot to me. Anna Karenina by Tolstoy being one of those books. I first read it in high school (after getting grounded and having nothing else to do but read books.) I have read many of them more than once and some of them even more than twice. When I’m writing a new book, I don’t tend to read much... but now that I turned in my latest draft of Anna K. (my YA reimagining of Anna Karenina to be published by Flatiron Books in 2020) all I want to do is read. I have a very tall stack of new books to tackle, but am thinking this year I may trade off between new books and books I have read before and loved. I’m always open to suggestions of new books to read! • • • • #booklover #favoritebooks #idealbookshf #tolstoy #annakarenina #timonrien #jonathanfranzen #lorriemoore #prideandprejudice #author #writer #yaauthor #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #lionelshriver #readeverything #art #tvwriter #screenwriter #bff #birthdaygifts #writehardplayhard #booknerd #nerdygirl #poetry #pamhouston #amybloom #shortstories (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuYv6dqA1tM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=yk00lxxjt7ck

[syllabusreviews]

Who Will Run the Frog Hospital? by Lorrie Moore

New York, Knopf, 148 pg.

A disclaimer: Lorrie Moore’s Who Will Run the Frog Hospital? (1994) may be the best novel I’ve ever read. Like the other maybe-best novels I’ve read (Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway, Muriel Spark’s The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie) it’s less than 200 pages. Something about its economy makes it…more. It’s a little book that cuts close to the bone. End disclaimer.

I checked Who Will Run the Frog Hospital? out of the library one late summer and racked up weeks’ worth of fines because I wanted to keep it for myself. I finally found my own copy, used, in a San Francisco bookstore. It’s the story of an inexpressible friendship between girls—the kind that makes you ache when you’re young, that causes a clawing, gnawing feeling, back then and years later.

It sounds like Lana Del Rey’s “This Is What Makes Us Girls”: young girls in a small town—in this case, 15 year-olds Berie and Sils—truant from respectable past times, drinking in the middle of the night and dancing with older men, dreaming of love and finding they can only really count on each other, trouble coming and one being sent away from the other. And the friendship’s intensity dissolving, hard to believe when the two come together again as adults, yet impossible to forget. How does that happen? How does friendship feel like a second skin in memory, yet is impossible to recapture in life? I think that’s why Moore wrote this little novel, to sort out that impossibility. To remember what guileless intimacy feels like.

The novel also contains the best description of first love I’ve come across, the only adequate one:  

I loved him fiercely, like an orphan, with every newly banished, bereaved, and sexual part of me. I had no idea who either of us was; there was just the thick fog of love and bodies and promises. We were child bride, child groom, each seeking the other’s animal heart.

The narrator, Berie, speaks of her first boyfriend at boarding school, but she could also be remembering what the throes of her friendship with Sils felt like; perhaps she couldn’t have felt her first love as fiercely had she not had that connection as a reference point for intensity. Then there’s the novel’s seemingly inexplicable title, a question: Who will run the frog hospital? It refers to a game the girls played as younger children, which involved caring for the pond frogs tortured by their boy peers. As Berie and Sils discover booze and men this ritual appears to have been forgotten, but the adult Berie remembers it vividly: the opening paragraphs find her in Paris, “eat[ing] brains every night” and hoping “for a flashback” to the frog hospital days as she dines on escargot. The title is the last, desperate question of a child, searching to explain the inexplicable—in this case, the dissolution of a beloved friendship—a question so random and beguiling that it can only have an impossible answer. It distills both the ache of the friendship itself and the ache of losing it, but, especially, the ache of remembering it.

[booksforyears]

The best of the (American) best! 📚❤️🏆 #books #read #reading #bookish #booklover #booklife #bibliophile #best #30daysofreadathon #readathon #100yearsofthebestamericanshortstories #lorriemoore #edgarallanpoe #shortstories #americanauthors #bookstagram #booksofinstagram

[cherrylema]

2nd round! #autoayuda #lorriemoore #1985. Nunca juzguen un libro por su título o su portada (por lo menos no en frente mío). #favoritebook #recomendado #nightreadings 📓 "Una serie de relatos que van girando en torno a ese punto difuso en el que determinadas situaciones de angustia se acercan peligrosamente al ridículo" (en Santa Rosa de Cabal)

[bibliobeque]

I only picked up this book yesterday but I'm already enchanted by it. How could anyone not be amoured with lines like; '...her glass jewelry launching quasars into the audience...' and 'He could stare at one star, one brilliant and fidgety star, so long that his whole insides seemed suddenly to rush out into the sky to meet it.' ✨ . QOTD: Can you solve today's anagram, 'ORIEL ROOMER'? 😕 . . . . . . #faberfriday#anagrams#lorriemoore#80sbooks#booksandboardgames#scrabble#boardgames#vintagescrabble#vintageboardgames#friyaybooks#pursuepretty#readingissexy#bookreaders#readingstagram#bookreading#bookaddiction#readingislife#readingiscool#fortheloveofreading#readingiscool#fortheloveofreading#bookmad#library#bookhoarder#bookcollector — view on Instagram http://bit.ly/2IWTY21

[quotaholic]

Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.

Lorrie Moore

[eating-their-words]

"Outside, she walked carefully back towards the villa, but first stopped at the gelato shop for a small dish hazelnut ice cream. It was smooth, toasty, buttery, like a beautiful liqueur, and she thought how different it was from America, where so much of the ice cream now looked like babies had attacked it with their cookies." ~ #terrificmother #lorriemoore #currentlyreading #bookstagram #faberstories #hazlenutgelato https://www.instagram.com/p/B3R7Ph5gIaK/?igshid=7awg95i07i8d

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