the last book I ever read (Transcription: A Novel by Ben Lerner, excerpt four)

from Transcription: A Novel by Ben Lerner:

The restaurant was called Moratín. It was a short walk from the hotel, but I set out early, wandered up and down the Paseo del Prado, then sat and watched some kids play in the little parque infantil. Near the red slide, a man, a young father, was swinging his son around by his arms, the boy screaming and laughing. When Eva was four, I’d dislocated her elbow that way. Now I watched as the boy gained terrible speed, his body at moments parallel to the ground. Or was I seeing it wrong, was my anxiety accelerating what I perceived? I sat and watched and waited for the shrieks of pleasure to turn to pain when a radius slipped out of place.