Sure, I’ll be Wren for a day. I’ll pick a lovely spring morning when the sun is hot, but there’s still a hint of melting snow. The stream is rushing. Addison’s just said good-bye to his ex-wife, once and for all. Wren and Addison both have the whole day off.
To whom would this book appeal other than Ehrenreich herself?
The collection isn’t only made of “poo stories,” though.
“The machine doesn’t have Coke, it has Pepsi. A feeling of defeat chokes me. Will nothing ever go right for me again?”
Actually, I take that back….I wanted to be Fonzie, too.
“I even had my blood taken before and after riding a motorcycle to see how my levels of testosterone, cortisol, and oxytocin changed as the result of riding.”
Think about it: Doris Lessing wrote the horrifying story “Room 19,” but not once did the narrator tell her children she didn’t want them. Instead, she quietly committed suicide, but we get what’s going on.
“…I yell loud enough for the neighbors three houses down to hear A racist lives here! A racist lives here!”
Jackpot by Tsipi Keller published by Spuyten Duyvil press, 2004 Tsipi Keller wrote an intense trio of books that all “psychological portraits” of women. In her “Meet the… Read more “Jackpot”
I only hope that people who don’t agree with the choices of the characters will have patience to try to understand them.