Lines that reach out and grab ya.
I’m reading The Yiddish Policemen’s Union
Several times already (i’m less than halfway through) I’ve had to stop and read a phrase or a short paragraph out loud just to feel it again. This writer has an amazing gift for flipping words around and unleashing their awesome back on themselves.
Case in point (p. 163):
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she says with that flawless hardpan accent of hers. It is an expression that strikes Landsman as curious, or at least as something that he would pay money to see.
Not only an unexpected twist on what you’d expect to come at the end of that line, but right up my personal humor alley. Sometimes writers completely bypass the phase where they inspire me to write my best, and jump directly to the phase wherein I wish I WERE THEM.
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