Another Sunday in which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, which asks others to share the best sentence(s) we’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
When you looked at the Irish you saw centuries of rain and rotten potatoes.
Source: Rachel Cusk’s “Outline: Part 1,” in the current issue of The Paris Review.
Another Sunday in which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, which asks others to share the best sentence(s) we’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
In addition to Reb Shimon’s Society for Morality in the Young, that town of three thousand Hebrew souls had a Society for the Dissemination of Russian Culture, a Society for the Dissemination of German Science, a Resettlement in the Holy Land Society, a Resettlement (Anywhere) Society, a Society for Talmud Study, a Society for Torah Study, a Society for the Study of the Prophets, a Sickbed Society, a Burial Society, an Interest-Free Loan Society, and a Society for the Dissemination of Knowledge Among the Jews.
Source: “Fire Year,” in Jason K. Friedman’s story collection of the same title.
Another Sunday in which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, which asks others to share the best sentence(s) we’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
“She likes to speak with patients in person,” the nurse repeats, as if I’m slow as well as infertile.
Source, “End of the Line,” an essay by Rachel Hall, in the latest issue of Lunch Ticket.
Another Sunday in which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, which asks others to share the best sentence(s) we’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
Beth knew now that her mother had been wrong, that there was something far worse than not knowing—and that was knowing that her son lay, unequivocally dead, in a hospital somewhere in Thailand.
Source: “Gap Year,” by Lori Ostlund, a short story in the Autumn 2013 issue of The Southern Review.
Another Sunday in which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, which asks others to share the best sentence(s) we’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
He comes not to praise or to blame, though along the way he does both, with erudition and with eloquence; he comes instead to observe and to reflect.
Source: Leon Wieseltier, reviewing Ari Shavit’s My Promised Land: The Triumph and Tragedy of Israel, for the New York Times Book Review.