Well, admittedly, I saw the film first (which I adored despite my hatred for Michael Douglas), and read The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, so I was primed for it, but... Can I sell you on it with quotes?
- "Turn out the light, please," he'd said, in his choked little powder-soft voice. I knew that I shouldn't have, but I did it all the same; and there you have my epitaph, or one of them, because my grave is going to require a monument inscribed on all four sides with rueful mottoes, in small characters, set close together.
- The overcoat was a trademark of his. It was an impermeable thrift-shop special with a plaid flannel lining and wide lapels, and it looked as though it had been trying for many years to keep the rain off the stooped shoulders of a long series of hard cases, drifters, and ordinary bums. It emitted an odor of bus station so desolate that just standing next to him you could feel your luck changing for the worse.
- James was busy reading the bottle of zinfandel, a concerned expression on his face, as though he'd just found out it was wine he'd been drinking all evening and were searching for the place on the label where they told you how to get it to stop.
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Date: 2010-12-12 10:42 pm (UTC)- "Turn out the light, please," he'd said, in his choked little powder-soft voice. I knew that I shouldn't have, but I did it all the same; and there you have my epitaph, or one of them, because my grave is going to require a monument inscribed on all four sides with rueful mottoes, in small characters, set close together.
- The overcoat was a trademark of his. It was an impermeable thrift-shop special with a plaid flannel lining and wide lapels, and it looked as though it had been trying for many years to keep the rain off the stooped shoulders of a long series of hard cases, drifters, and ordinary bums. It emitted an odor of bus station so desolate that just standing next to him you could feel your luck changing for the worse.
- James was busy reading the bottle of zinfandel, a concerned expression on his face, as though he'd just found out it was wine he'd been drinking all evening and were searching for the place on the label where they told you how to get it to stop.
Does that help at all?