Mary Corso

“an old French recording of Ida Presti, possibly the greatest guitarist who ever lived,”
― Jonathan Kellerman, Breakdown

“I’ve begun to have those stupid dreams. You know the ones where you show up for the final exam and haven’t cracked a book all semester?”
― Laurien Berenson, Once Bitten

“a man in whom violence boiled below the surface in much the same way that fresh-poured polenta waited for the chance to burn the mouth of anyone who tried to eat it.”
― Donna Leon, A Venetian Reckoning

“Faith knew the Somerset Club in Boston, though she had never been inside the massive stone mansion at 42 Beacon Street that suggested a fortress more than the convivial social club, founded in 1851 or even earlier according to some accounts. Asking about membership was a guarantee of exclusion. It was the snootiest and perhaps the wealthiest of Boston’s formerly all-male social clubs. The story most often told about the Somerset was an accurate one: when a fire broke out in the 1940s, the firemen were made to use the servants’ entrance.”
― Katherine Hall Page, The Body in the Casket