Monday, April 1, 2024

the last book I ever read (Jernigan: A Novel by David Gates, excerpt seven)

from Jernigan: A Novel by David Gates:

Against that cobalt-blue sky, the leaves looked morbidly colorful: the hectic yellow, orange and red stages of a wasting disease. You were supposed to think they were beautiful. I hadn’t even noticed them this morning while walking to the car, or driving under the arching trees all the way out to Hamilton Avenue. Oh, completely my own fault: simply having a job needn’t numb you. Obvious example: Wallace Stevens. Any deadass drudge can feel worse about himself by thinking about Wallace Stevens.

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