Wednesday, January 17, 2018

the last book I ever read (A Horse Walks into a Bar: A Novel by David Grossman, excerpt seven)

from A Horse Walks into a Bar: A Novel by David Grossman:

It’s been a long time since someone needed me. It’s hard to describe the magnitude of the surprise that floods me. And the panic. I have a coughing attack, then I push the table away from me, standup, and still have no idea what I’m going to do. I might simply walk out—what am I even doing in this thuggish place? I should have left an hour ago. But those two are pounding the tables, and there’s Dovaleh, and I hear myself shout: “Let him tell his story already!”

Everyone falls silent and looks at me with a mixture of horror and dread, and I realize I’ve shouted much louder than I meant to.

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