Regular readers will remember this feature, (with a nod to Mark Doty’s blog). The sentence that caught my attention today is from a book I’m wasn’t too crazy about, called Seating Arrangements, by Maggie Shipstead. I didn’t finish the book, but for some reason I loved this little sequence.
“Thank you,” Livia said. When she was old, she wanted to be like Oatsie: imperious, brusque, and given to non sequitur.
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This seems a goal worth working towards. The photo, from TwistedSifter (a very unique selection of pics), is a good match, including the politically incorrect cigarette. At the moment, I’m rereading Terms of Endearment, and enjoying another aging, imperious, impossible older woman, Aurora Greenway. Why is it characters you’d never want to interact with in real life are so engaging in novels?