Self Storage: A NovelRandom House Publishing Group, 12 февр. 2008 г. - Всего страниц: 304 Flan Parker has always had an inquisitive mind, searching for what’s hidden below the surface and behind the door. Her curious nature and enthusiastic probing have translated into a thriving resale business in the university housing complex where she lives with her husband and two young children. Flan’s venture helps pay the bills while her husband works on his dissertation, work that lately seems to involve more loafing on the sofa watching soap operas than reading or writing. The secret of her enterprising success: unique and everyday treasures bought from the auctions of forgotten and abandoned storage units. When Flan secures the winning bid on a box filled only with an address and a note bearing the word “yes,” she sets out to discover the source of this mysterious message and its meaning. Armed with a well-worn copy of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass that she turns to for guidance and solace, Flan becomes determined to find the “yes” in her own life. This search inward only strengthens her desire to unearth the hidden stories of those around her–in particular, her burqa-clad Afghan neighbor. Flan’s interest in this intriguing and secretive woman, however, comes at a formidable price for Flan and her family. Set during the year following the September 11 attacks, Self Storage explores the raw insecurities of a changed society. With lush writing, great humor, and a genuine heart, Gayle Brandeis takes a peek into the souls of a woman and a community–and reveals that it is not our differences that drive us apart but our willful concealment of the qualities that connect us. |
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... inside the storage locker . The front of her burqa was flipped up off her face ; it hung down the back of her head like a nun's habit . She was turned slightly away from me ; tendrils of hair were plastered against the side of her neck ...
... inside the storage locker . The front of her burqa was flipped up off her face ; it hung down the back of her head like a nun's habit . She was turned slightly away from me ; tendrils of hair were plastered against the side of her neck ...
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... inside your gut that tells you to bid . You learn to look for the subtle clues the shopping bags with a Beverly Hills address , the boxes marked FRAGILE with a sharp black marker . You learn to avoid certain smells - mold and mildew are ...
... inside your gut that tells you to bid . You learn to look for the subtle clues the shopping bags with a Beverly Hills address , the boxes marked FRAGILE with a sharp black marker . You learn to avoid certain smells - mold and mildew are ...
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... inside one particular JCPenney's bag . The plastic sack looked blocky , like it was full of transistor radios . Possibly bricks of gold . Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the stuff that is fine . " Good work ...
... inside one particular JCPenney's bag . The plastic sack looked blocky , like it was full of transistor radios . Possibly bricks of gold . Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the stuff that is fine . " Good work ...
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... inside that locker . " It's mine . I just bought it . " She started to cry . " I was going to settle the account , " she said . " I got here too late . " " How much did you owe ? " I asked . " Three hundred dollars , " she told me . The ...
... inside that locker . " It's mine . I just bought it . " She started to cry . " I was going to settle the account , " she said . " I got here too late . " " How much did you owe ? " I asked . " Three hundred dollars , " she told me . The ...
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... inside front cover in her once fa- miliar handwriting , I felt like someone had kicked the air out of my lungs . I flipped through the book , breathing in the scent of my mother's past , her life before my father , before me . The ...
... inside front cover in her once fa- miliar handwriting , I felt like someone had kicked the air out of my lungs . I flipped through the book , breathing in the scent of my mother's past , her life before my father , before me . The ...
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Стр. 256 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you, I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at,fhy ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Стр. 262 - Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.
Стр. 260 - This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous, I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invited, The heavy-lipp'd slave is invited, the venerealee is invited; There shall be no difference between them and the rest.
Стр. 268 - My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy...
Стр. 268 - This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then? And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.