Every weekend I participate in David Abrams’s “#SundaySentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

There are people it is impossible not to despise, like Zane, a tattoo artist from Alabama who, together with a friend, flaunts his disregard for government and law enforcement until they are both arrested on charges of sexually abusing their daughters; people it is impossible not to pity, like Geneva, whose husband and son die within six months of each other, the latter after coming too close to an electrical line; and people it is impossible not to admire, like Teotenantzin Ruybal, stern, steady, and compassionate, who runs a homeless shelter that serves residents of the flats when a crisis strains their already meagre resources or a trailer proves no match for the high-desert winter.

Source: Kathryn Schulz, “What Going Off the Grid Really Looks Like” (book review in The New Yorker)

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4 thoughts on “#SundaySentence

  1. Michele j Clark says:


    1. Erika Dreifus says:

      It’s some sentence, right?

  2. After a grueling rehearsal on a very hot day, we broke about 5:20–to be informed that we would be expected chez Olivierat 7:15. . . the reasons being given a) that Joan wanted to get Larry out of the house on a dinner date, so that he wouldn’t take over the evening, and b) that Joan wanted to have a massage. . . So Joanna dropped Frank, Cora and me back here, then went home to her little girl and have a bath.
    Lindsay Anderson, Diaries and Letters

    1. Erika Dreifus says:

      This is one sentence? With ellipses?

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