Saturday, May 19, 2007

"Sparky," LLB. writes,

"[Thanks] for your unravelling of Divisadero. I was so turned off by the first few chapters, I had to go back and haunt myself with passages from Billy the Kid and Cinnamon Peeler's Wife. I also intend to re-read Coming through Slaughter as I thought it was a masterpiece - I also cannot reconcile the man who [wrote] this...

The nuns were moving towards a thirty-yard point on the bridge when the wind began to scatter them. They were thrown against the cement mixers and steam shovels, careering from side to side, in danger of going over the edge.

Some of the men grabbed and enclosed them, pulling leather straps over their shoulders, but two were still loose. Harris and Pomphrey at the far end looked on helplessly as one nun was lifted up and flung against the compressors. She stood up shakily and then the wind jerked her sideways, scraping her along the concrete and right off the edge of the bridge. She disappeared into the night by the third abutment, into the long depth of air which held nothing, only sometimes a rivet or a dropped hammer during the day.

Then there was no longer any fear on the bridge. The worst, the incredible had happened. A nun had fallen off the Prince Edward Viaduct before it was even finished. The men covered in wood shavings or granite dust held the women against them. And Commissioner Harris at the far end stared along the mad pathway. This was his first child and it had already become a murderer.

...with the man writing either Anil's Ghost or Divisadero.

In throwing Divisadero across the room, I almost hit the cat."

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