“Fat slob this, fat slob that. You hear that all the time. You’re like me: a clean fat. I could tell that right off. Why do you think I let you stay here?….I see it all the time. The dirtiest, sloppiest girls are the skinny ones. Year after year, the same thing. You can tellContinue reading “RKS Literature: Clean Fat and Skinny Sloppy (Wally Lamb)”
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RKS Literature: Somewhat of a Downward Slide in Life (Wally Lamb)
“Things had gone sharply downhill from the Port Authority bus terminal in New York when a hunchbacked old man had hobbled down the entire aisle, coming to rest with a sigh on the backseat next to me. From New York to Philadelphia, I sat yanking at Ma’s trench coat around me as he blew hisContinue reading “RKS Literature: Somewhat of a Downward Slide in Life (Wally Lamb)”
RKS Literature: AN AMERICAN NON DP Feels Like a DP Living With Her Granny (Wally Lamb)
“Displaced persons. People we took in from Europe after the war. You’d think they’d be grateful. Wouldn’t you?” I understood why they weren’t. A displaced person myself, I was not so much grateful to Grandma for her charity as disgusted by her liver spots and quiet belches, the way she could reach into her mouthContinue reading “RKS Literature: AN AMERICAN NON DP Feels Like a DP Living With Her Granny (Wally Lamb)”
RKS Literature: Trying to Cope with a Parental Split (Wally Lamb)
“Daddy kept sneaking nervous peeks at me and at the rearview mirror. Behind us, the U-Haul trailer wobbled and swayed from side to side. In silence I waited impatiently for the tragic highway accident that would paralyze me but wrench both my parents back to their senses. I pictured the three of us back homeContinue reading “RKS Literature: Trying to Cope with a Parental Split (Wally Lamb)”
RKS Literature: How Exactly are Babies Born? (Wally Lamb)
“My information about sex was a mosaic of eavesdropping, process of elimination and filling in the blanks. In third grade I heard the term “sleeping together” and spent time worrying that accidental fatigue could make an unwanted child-that male and female strangers sharing a seat together on an overnight train might innocently doze off andContinue reading “RKS Literature: How Exactly are Babies Born? (Wally Lamb)”
The Return of the Penniless Pensioner: Can I Save Canada? Chapter Three: I Am Not the Man I Used To Be
If you have read my book “The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous” you might be tempted to say I morphed in light speed from a spoiled Indo-Welsh brat into a man of intrigue. Am I happy? How can you ask that after my sweet Calabrian plum Ginevra and our unborn child were killed inContinue reading “The Return of the Penniless Pensioner: Can I Save Canada? Chapter Three: I Am Not the Man I Used To Be”
RKS Literature: The Never-Ending Prison Sentences in Stalinist Soviet Union
“Shukov stared at the ceiling and said nothing. He no longer knew whether he wanted to be free or not. To begin with, he’d wanted it very much and counted up every evening how many days he still had to serve. Then he’d gotten fed up with it. And still later it had gradually dawnedContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Never-Ending Prison Sentences in Stalinist Soviet Union”
RKS Literature: The Perpetual Sentence in the Gulag (Solzhenitsyn)
“Another thing the searchers looked for in the morning: men wearing civilian dress under prison clothes. Never mind that everybody had been stripped of his civilian belongings long ago and told that he’d get them back the day his sentence ended (a day nobody in the camp had yet seen).” “One Day in the LifeContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Perpetual Sentence in the Gulag (Solzhenitsyn)”
RKS Literature: Everyone Taking Their Cut of Bread at the Gulag (Solzhenitsyn)
“Shukov had drawn a few thousand bread rations in jails and prison camps, and though he’d never had the chance to weigh his portion on the scales, and anyway was too timid to kick up a fuss and demand his rights, he knew better than most prisoners, that a bread cutter who gave full measureContinue reading “RKS Literature: Everyone Taking Their Cut of Bread at the Gulag (Solzhenitsyn)”
RKS Literature: France: Love, Slander and Nonsense
“Have you ever been to France Monsieur Martin?” Candide asked. “Yes”, Martin replied, “I have been through several provinces. In some, half the people are mad, in others the people are too cunning; there are some in which they are gentle and foolish, and others where everyone is witty. And in all these provinces theContinue reading “RKS Literature: France: Love, Slander and Nonsense”
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