If you’ve driven that washboard in rural America, you can immediately feel the rattle! While The River We Remember isn’t my favorite William Kent Kreuger novel, he weaves brief and insightful descriptions in all his work. If you’ve not read any Kreuger, I’d recommend his work (especially This Tender Land)! Beautifully meandering fiction. Check himContinue reading “A line from The River We Remember (1)”
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Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (9)
“Nicolo kept one hand firmly in his and the opposite arm around my waist. I could have been wearing a straitjacket in a nuthouse and felt freer.” “Rooster’s nostrils flare. Given the scale of the man, the act carries weight.” “I remember her singing some nights, the sort of French songs that make you feelContinue reading “Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (9)”
Great Lines from the Paragon Hotel (8)
“When I catch my first face full of Portland in blazing daylight, I gape up at it like a salmon, fish mouthed and reeling.” “We turned a corner. A poplar rustled a warning, a stray cat yowled an alarm…” “…men with nostrils illuminated by their cigars.” “Silent as a moth’s wing, I enter…” “He hadContinue reading “Great Lines from the Paragon Hotel (8)”
Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (7)
“Officers Taffy and Overton are verily apples and iguanas. Taffy is the apple—significant beer paunch, Irish complexion, the vaguest border between chin and neck.” “Overton blinks like a priest eyeing a roast.” “He turns out to be an enormous charcoal-colored fellow, with a bald head and a rhino’s posture and a voice that makes youContinue reading “Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (7)”