I’m seriously considering starting up another regular theme, but I can’t come up with something clever and alliterative to call it.
In essence, what I want to do is to post bits of beautiful writing. Every once in a while, I come across a group of words in my reading that just resonate with me; language so beautifully crafted and evocative that I go back and read it again, just to savor the sound of it in my mind. I can’t call it “Fabulous Fiction Fridays” because the words I find are not always fiction. “Wonderful Words on Wednesday” would bump Grammar Wednesday to a new day, and we can’t have that!
Hmmmm. Perhaps I need to lighten up a bit, give up the alliteration, and just post the damned things whenever I find them, huh?
Okay, then; here is my latest find, from I Know This Much is True by Wally Lamb, page 47:
When you’re the sane brother of a schizophrenic identical twin, the tricky thing about saving yourself is the blood it leaves on your hands -the little inconvenience of the look-alike corpse at your feet. And if you’re into both survival of the fittest and being your brother’s keeper -if you’ve promised your dying mother- then say so long to sleep and hello to the middle of the night. Grab a book or a beer. Get used to Letterman’s gap-toothed smile of the absurd, or the view of the bedroom ceiling, or the indifference of random selection. Take it from a godless insomniac. Take it from the uncrazy twin-the guy who beat the biochemical rap.
Isn’t that just gorgeous?