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Frankie needs to be gelded

Enjoying this so much so far! Discovered it through watching the archived Booker Prize ceremonies on YouTube. They read scene from this book that just felt so evocative. It wasn't an emotional scene ,she was describing her characters father's gambling addiction with this verisimilitude that made me finally understand why someone would be addicted to gambling even when they keep losing. Brilliant storytelling so far

Am I supposed to be this bored?

The unthinkable is something we carry with us always. It has already
happened: we are improbable, we have emerged from a cloud of
unbelievable coincidences. Anyone would think that this knowledge would
equip us in some small way to face the improbable. But the opposite
appears to be the case. We have grown accustomed to living with that
knowledge [..]we behave as if
nothing has happened.

The unthinkable is something we carry with us always. It has already
happened: we are improbable, we have emerged from a cloud of
unbelievable coincidences. Anyone would think that this knowledge would
equip us in some small way to face the improbable. But the opposite
appears to be the case. We have grown accustomed to living with that
knowledge [..]we behave as if
nothing has happened.

The unthinkable is something we carry with us always. It has already
happened: we are improbable, we have emerged from a cloud of
unbelievable coincidences. Anyone would think that this knowledge would
equip us in some small way to face the improbable. But the opposite
appears to be the case. We have grown accustomed to living with that
knowledge [..]we behave as if
nothing has happened.

It seems so odd to me now, how one can be so unsettled by the improbable.
When we know that our entire existence is founded on freak occurrences
and improbable coincidences. That we wouldn’t be here at all if it weren’t
for these curious twists of fate.

Liking it so far, very lyrical and spacious

That was a lot. Started this difficult violent tome in September, finally done. Will I ever get the stain of murder, abject poverty and rape off of me?

"Home or park I pull shorts down and they spit or
lube and fuck and I wait until the shudder and sometimes they wait until I
cum first, then they just jack off on my bottom. But it just feel like man
grabbing a man to be a man. In bed and so soft we feel like two faggot. We
sound like two faggots. So what? Then we must be faggots."

"Damn kid thinking he knows what
love is. Love is settling, that’s really all it is. Fucking settling."

"Shit just blew up in Iran. Well, it blew up back in January, but fallout’s just
reaching us now. Shit is blowing up all over the world. Chaos and disorder,
disorder and chaos, I say them over and over like they have anything to do
with each other, Sodom and Gomorrah, Gomorrah and Sodom."

This was written in 2015 about 1976 and yet the sentence matches our headlines in 20fucking26 .

"Gatwick airport is not the best place to be gripped by a fear of flying.
But it seems that this is what is happening to me now; because you are up
so high, in those things, and there is such a long way to fall. Then again, I
have been falling for months. I have been falling into my own life, for
months. And I am about to hit it now"

"But I do not want a different destiny from the one that has brought me
here. I do not want a different life. I just want to be able to live it, that’s all.
I want to wake up in the morning and fall asleep at night. I want to make
love to my husband again. Because, for every time he wanted to undo me,there was love that put me back together again–put us both back together. "

"I look at my own children and I think you know everything at eight. But
maybe I am wrong. You know everything at eight, but it is hidden from you,
sealed up, in a way you have to cut yourself open to find."

"And I know how silly it is. You don’t kill someone by having sex with
them. You kill them with a knife, or a rope, or a hammer, or a gun. You
strangle them with their tights. You do not kill them with a penis. So it is
all–the I hate you, I love you, I hate–a dream of killing and dying, I
understand that much; that when you roll away from each other to go to
sleep, then the dream is over for another day."

"What my husband
has always wanted, and the thing I will not give him, is my annihilation.
This is the way his desire runs. It runs close to hatred. It is sometimes the
same thing. "