Beach: Stories by the Sand and SeaLena Lencek, Gideon Bosker Hachette Books, 21 de jul. 2009 - 256 pàgines J. D. Salinger's "A Perfect Day for Bananafish," John Cheever's "Goodbye, My Brother," Doris Lessing's "Through the Tunnel": These and dozens of other beloved stories share the beach as their setting. In fact, it is remarkable how many of the finest writers have set stories and novels in whole or in part at the beach -- and how often they use this locale to explore the great themes of love, loss, death, family, and redemption. Beach brings together, for the first time, the very best of this literary tradition, including stories, novel excerpts, and narrative nonfiction. |
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Alec Anna Sergeyevna arms asked Barrier Reef beach beautiful began black boy blue boat body brother Chaddy Chucho CORAGHESSAN BOYLE dark David DAVID MALOUF DORIS LESSING dress drink edge Elijah ETHAN MORDDEN eyes face father feel feet felt fish Gina girl GRAHAM SWIFT Gurov hair hand Hazel head husband island Ivanov J.G. Ballard JAMAICA KINCAID John Cheever Kay Boyle knew laughed Lawrence legs light Little Joe lives looked Masson MaVynee MaVynee Betsch MICHEL TOURNIER Molers morning mother mouth Myrtle never night once play Raymond reef rock RUSS RYMER sand seemed shore shoulders Singleton sitting smiled stood stories suddenly swim Sylvia talk thing thought tide Tifty Toby told took turned umbrella voice walked wanted watch waves wearing wife wind woman women young
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Pàgina 154 - Are we comin' back next Saturday? Come on — let's all come back! Wasn't it great! It was great! Don't you think? Whatta you say?" He looked now at Lois and Mrs. Green. "We'll see," Lois said, smiling, "Maybe." "Can you come?" He turned to Mrs. Green. "I'm not sure," she said. "I'll try." "Fine! Oh, that's fine!" He turned on Caesar and Little Joe. "I'll be lookin' for you guys, hear?" "Okay, chief," grinned Little Joe." An' put somethin' in that lemonade, will ya?" Everybody laughed . . . and soon...
Pàgina 310 - They had found a wife for him when he was very young, a student in his second year, and by now she seemed half as old again as he. She was a tall, erect woman with dark eyebrows, stately and dignified and, as she said of herself, intellectual. She read a great deal, used simplified spelling in her letters, called her husband, not Dmitry, but Dimitry, while he privately considered her of limited intelligence, narrow-minded, dowdy, was afraid of her, and did not like to be at home. He had begun being...
Pàgina 334 - We gratefully acknowledge everyone who gave permission for written material to appear in this book. We have made every effort to trace and contact copyright holders. If an error or omission is brought to our notice we will be pleased to correct the situation in future editions of this book. For further information, please contact the publisher. "Little Sister, Big Mountain
Pàgina 318 - At home in Moscow the winter routine was already established: the stoves were heated, and in the morning it was still dark when the children were having breakfast and getting ready for school, and the nurse would light the lamp for a short time. There were frosts already. When the first snow falls, on the first day the sleighs are out, it is pleasant to see the white earth, the white roofs; one draws easy, delicious breaths, and the season brings back the days of one's youth. The old limes and birches,...
Pàgina 125 - THAT TIME, it was the forsaken part, it was the other end of the city, and on early spring mornings there was no one about. By soft words, you could woo the horse into the foam, and ride her with the sea knee-deep around her. The waves came in and out there, as indolent as ladies, gathered up their skirts in their hands and, with a murmur, came tiptoeing across the velvet sand.
Pàgina 302 - Then the creeping murderer, the octopus, steals out, slowly, softly, moving like a gray mist, pretending now to be a bit of weed, now a rock, now a lump of decaying meat while its evil goat eyes watch coldly. It oozes and flows toward a feeding crab, and as it comes close its yellow eyes burn and its body turns rosy with the pulsing color of anticipation and rage. Then suddenly it runs lightly on the tips of its arms, as ferociously as a charging cat. It leaps savagely on the crab, there is a puff...
Pàgina 9 - There was no sound but the aD-enveloping, primeval sounds of wind blowing over water and sand, and of waves crashing on the beach. There was no other visible life — -just one small crab near the sea. I have seen hundreds of ghost crabs in other settings, but suddenly I was filled -with the odd sensation that for the first time I knew the creature in its own world — that I understood, as never before, the essence of its being.
Pàgina 151 - I jus' might at that," surmised Hattie. "We wuz here last Saturday." "Good! Good!" Elijah broke in. "Let's all come back — next Saturday!" He searched every face. "I'll be here," chimed Little Joe, grinning to Caesar. Captive Caesar glanced at Lois, and said nothing. Lois and Mrs. Green were silent. Hattie, insulted, looked at them and started swelling up. "Never mind," she said pointedly to Elijah, "you jus' come on anyhow. You'll run into a slew o' folks lookin
Pàgina 122 - Have a nice morning?' she asked, laying her hand on his warm brown shoulder a moment. 'Oh yes, thank you,' he said. 'You look a bit pale.' And then, sharp and anxious, 'How did you bang your head?' 'Oh, just banged it,' he told her. She looked at him closely. He was strained; his eyes were glazed-looking. She was worried. And then she said to herself, Oh, don't fuss! Nothing can happen. He can swim like a fish. They sat down to lunch together. 'Mummy/ he said, 'I can stay under water for two minutes...