Dashiell Hammett - The Thin Man

Hmmm, I thought it was shit!

Michael Cunningham - The Hours

You really ought to read Woolf's 'Mrs Dalloway' before starting this.

“I remember one morning getting up at dawn. There was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling. And I... I remember thinking to myself: So this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. And of course there will always be more...never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment, right then.” 

"She runs from the room, out of the door, which she leaves ope behind her. She runs down the stairs. She thinks of calling for help, but doesn't. The air itself seems to have changed, mohave come slightly apart; as if the atmosphere  were palpably made of substance and its opposite."

Edgar Rice Burroughs - Tarzan of the Apes

“As the body rolled to the ground Tarzan of the Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his lifelong enemy and, raising his eyes to the full moon, threw back his fierce young head and voiced the wild and terrible cry of his people.” 

“His straight and perfect figure, muscled as the best of the ancient Roman gladiators must have been muscled, and yet with the soft and sinuous curves of a Greek god, told at a glance the wondrous combination of enormous strength with suppleness and speed.” 

Nancy Mitford - Love in a Cold Climate

“Always be civil to the girls, you never know who they may marry' is a aphorism which has saved many an English spinster from being treated like an Indian widow.” 

“She...ran away so often, and with so many different people, that she became known to her family and friends as the Bolter....” 

Mont-Saint-Michel

bijou monstrueux, grand comme une montagne, ciselé comme un camée et vapoureux comme une mousseline

Edith Wharton - Ethan Frome

bleak and brilliant


All the long misery of his baffled past, of his youth of failure, hardship and vain effort, rose up in his soul in bitterness and seemed to take shape before him in the woman who at every turn had barred his way. She had taken everything else from him; and now she meant to take the one thing that made up for all the others. For a moment such a flame of hate rose in him that it ran down his arm and clenched his fist against her. He took a wild step forward and then stopped.

The Culture Bunker is ours!

Thursday 2nd July 2015, the new house is ours
Friday 3rd July removals arrive and we move in

Richard Matheson - I am Legend

Very quick read, interesting concept, formulaic, shallow...

forgettable

Rabbit, run - John Updike

The funeral parlour was once a home but now is furnished the way no home ever was. Unworn carpets of a very pale green deadens their footsteps. Little silver half-tubes on the walls shield a weak glow. The colours of the curtains and walls are atonal half-colours, colours no one would live with, salmon and aqua and a violet like the violet that kills germs on toilet seats in gas stations.