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05-22-2006, 10:43 AM
...anybody out there ever read any Updike? I read S on vacation last year and didn't think much of it, but now I'm reading Rabbit, Run which is good stuff -- it's like a more humane Tropic of Cancer, sort of.
I cracked open the book at the library, and the opening paragraph alone was so well-written, I checked out Rabbit Angstrom, which has all four Rabbit books.
Boys are playing basketball around a telephone pole with a backboard bolted to it. Legs, shouts. The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires. Rabbit Angstrom, coming up the alley in a business suit, stops and watches, though he's twenty-six and six three. So tall, he seems an unlikely rabbit, but the breadth of white face, the pallor of his blue irises, and a nervous flutter under his brief nose as he stabs a cigarette into his mouth partially explain the nickname, which was given to him when he too was a boy. He stands there thinking, the kids keep coming, they keep crowding you up.
Lookit that. Damn! "Boys are playing basketball around a telephone pole with a backboard bolted to it. Legs, shouts." You've got the picture immediately -- "Legs, shouts."
"...though he's twenty-six and six three."
"The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles."
Nice. (y)
I cracked open the book at the library, and the opening paragraph alone was so well-written, I checked out Rabbit Angstrom, which has all four Rabbit books.
Boys are playing basketball around a telephone pole with a backboard bolted to it. Legs, shouts. The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires. Rabbit Angstrom, coming up the alley in a business suit, stops and watches, though he's twenty-six and six three. So tall, he seems an unlikely rabbit, but the breadth of white face, the pallor of his blue irises, and a nervous flutter under his brief nose as he stabs a cigarette into his mouth partially explain the nickname, which was given to him when he too was a boy. He stands there thinking, the kids keep coming, they keep crowding you up.
Lookit that. Damn! "Boys are playing basketball around a telephone pole with a backboard bolted to it. Legs, shouts." You've got the picture immediately -- "Legs, shouts."
"...though he's twenty-six and six three."
"The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles."
Nice. (y)