Yay for humans! Boo for fish!
My dear Rhino has decided that I should revive this here blog with a literary meme. So, after a long break chilling out on a digital beach with a double whiskey sour and a little Ozzy Lust(h) on the brain, here’s the deal: pg. 123, write down sentences 6-8. So, in W.G. Sebald’s Austerlitz, Sebald’s tendency towards run-on sentences, and the large font and spacing, throws a wrench in the mechanics. My sentence six starts on the bottom of p.123 and runs on to p.124.
Then, through the grille of a ventilation shaft that linked his bedchamber to one of the ground-floor living rooms and inadvertently functioned as a kind of communication channel, he could be heard calling on numerous different saints for hours on end, in particular, if I remember correctly, Saints Catherine and Elizabeth, who suffered the most cruel of martyrdoms, begging them to intercede for him in the contingency, as he put it, of his imminent appearance before the judgment seat of his Heavenly Lord. Unlike Uncle Evelyn, said Austerlitz after a while, taking from his jacket pocket a kind of folder containing several postcard-sized photographs, Great-Uncle Alphonso, who was about ten years older and continued the line of the naturalist Fitzpatricks, looked positively youthful. Always even-tempered, he spent most of his time out of doors, going on long expeditions even in the worst of weather, or when it was fine sitting on a camp stool somewhere near the house in his white smock, a straw hat on his head, painting watercolours.
Rather intriguing in a melancholy and curmudgeonly fashion, I feel this entry is slightly beyond the limits of the criteria (and hopelessly useless to comment on). So, I’m taking a page out of Rhino’s Petit Anglais, hoping that in this chapter he makes it to the toilet before wetting his spanking new peg-legged Acne jeans, and have resorted to cheating. In my second book, Josh Wolk’s Cabin Pressure, these are the three sentences in question:
“Big day at fishing this afternoon, when Rob Stilson caught a three-pound bass!” Yay for humans! Boo for fish!
This should further enrage my recent militant vegan lurkers into a soy-powered frenzy, disproving the oft-held opinion that vegetarianism is linked to pacifism and good body odour. Don’t know who else to pass this to since it’s been a long time since I visited Blogtown. Kevin, my sister, and my cousin… will you please stand up!
How did you know about my new jeans??
rhino75 said
I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. Enlighten me, oh lovely one.
Kevin said
K- You find the nearest available book, flip to p. 123 and write down sentences 6-8. Exegesis welcome but not necessary. Now, off to work you wordsmith you.
R - That’s why black is the new black. No pee stains.
Administrator said
I’ll do it tomorrow.
Kevin said
The Bible by Jesus Christ:
At the end of forty days they returned from exploring the Land. They came back to Moses and Aaron and the whole Israelite community at Kadesh in the Desert of Paran. There they reported to them and the whole assembly and showed them the fruit of the land and got down with some Persian whores.
Kevin said
Hey…that’s the Cliff House from my hometown!
Maureen said