Just about fell asleep while reading Cormac McCarthy's
Suttree today, but there were a couple of good moments:
He crossed the cold buckled linoleum with puckered feet and stood naked by the window and watched the Monday morning traffic in the streets below. [the puckered feet--that's superb]
Wednesday noon he [Suttree] appeared at Comer's in a pair of alligator shoes and wearing a camelhair overcoat. A pair of beltless gabardine slacks with little zippers at the sides and a winecolored shirt with a crafty placket requiring no buttons.
"Fishing business has picked up a bit, has it?" he [Stud] said.
"Fishy business, more likely," Sexton said....
No comments:
Post a Comment