Sunday, February 6, 2022

the last book I ever read (Percival Everett's I Am Not Sidney Poitier, excerpt six)

from I Am Not Sidney Poitier by Percival Everett:

“So, we’re going to Lydia’s,” I said.

“Yes. A few other friends will be there. Robert will be there. I mentioned Robert. He’s at Dartmouth.”

“The boyfriend who was like a brother,” I said.

She said nothing.

I wanted to say that it all sounded rather Faulknerian to me, but I decided that was mean and perhaps unfair, but I was at least momentarily tickled by something. I suppose my private amusement somehow showed on my face, as I noticed Maggie staring over at me.

“What’s funny?” she asked.


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