Sunday, May 15, 2011

The person who owned the book before irritates me. He–I've decided, based on hand-writing and prejudice, that it's a guy–underlines only dry, factual plot points and descriptions.

"though he's twenty-six and six three."
"Yet in his time Rabbit was famous through the county..."
" the town of Mt. Judge, suburb of the city of Brewer, fifth largest city in Pennsylvania."
" his own line of work, which is demonstrating a kitchen gadget in several five-and-dime stores around Brewer."

Meanwhile, beauty, humor, and poignance pass by unremarked, unnoticed.

The opening paragraph of rabbit, run felt like the first warm afternoon in March, in Michigan.