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"Before you know it as the years go by, you're just like other people you have seen, with all those peculiar human ailments. Just another vehicle for temper and vanity and rashness and all the rest. Who wants it? Who needs it? These things occupy the place where a man's soul should be." -- Henderson the Rain King

Sunday, December 18, 2005

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

Book #53 on my 2005 reading list was Raymond Carver's What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.

Though I didn't enjoy this one quite as much as Will You Please Be Quiet, Please?, I found it to be yet another stellar short story collection. Carver just kicks ass, no two ways about it.

Perhaps the most interesting thing I got out of reading this one was a discussion I had with a friend while reading the book. He told me about the fascinating but controversial claims that much of Carver's early works were actually ghost written by his eccentric editor Gordon Lish. Gotta love a good literary feud.

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