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488 pages, Hardcover
First published October 1, 2003
You fall in love at night, and that's also when people die.A chilly Montana town called Eldorado—no, you haven't heard of it. The laconic prose and quiet ambience of this one reminded me of Jack Cady's fiction.
—p.99
They say Pythagoras just pretended irrational numbers didn't exist. Just couldn't handle the idea. Shows how you can be a really bright guy, and still know shit.Speaking of really bright guys who don't know as much as they think they do...
—p.143
We all just stood and watched, like something out of an old story, the simple folk and the magical stranger.Speaking of really bright guys who might just know more than they let on...
—p.173
What I minded was being emotionally homeless, culturally pointless. Now that I had a home, maybe I was worried about losing space to be by myself, of being constrained.It's only human to second-guess the right decision, even when you know it's right.
—p.265
In three weeks it would be Christmas, and her mother was dead.Another bittersweet ending—the best kind.
—p.318
While I had £3000 worth of Macintosh and monitor, what I didn't have was the £15 cable that connected the two together. The manufacturer, it transpired, felt it constituted an optional extra—despite the fact that without it the two system components were little more than bulky white ornaments of a particularly tantalizing and frustrating kind. The cable had to be ordered separately, and there weren't any in the country at the moment. They were all in Belgium.This one went from light to dark rather quickly, though...
—p.325
We looked good together, like a series of stills from a lifestyle magazine.In the end, it's all about sadness. And cats.
—p.336
By that time her mother was furiously cooking unnecessary brownies, and father was in his study.Very English—words like "sodding" appear throughout—but also universal, another telling indictment (as if we needed another one) of late-stage capitalism.
—p.375
It's not so very different.We all have to make accommodations, I guess.
—p.398
Though it was no longer an exactly recent development, he'd never quite got over the disappointment of finding that he'd somehow become housed in an older man's body, and preferred not to inflict the sight of it upon the world.And funnier, too—only in Florida, man.
—pp.432-433
A short story has arrived. That's the truthful answer to where ideas come from: the bastards come and interrupt you when you're busy trying to not-write.
—p.480