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Don’t Drag Me Into This January 1, 2009

Filed under: The Artists,Worldly women — rebmas03 @ 12:53 pm
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typewriterHere’s a taste of a great short story by fellow Brooklynite Lila Cecil. Read the rest of it here. Happy New Year!

I look at my lamp. “I’m in love with you,” I tell it.

My lamp who has a beautiful but worn rattan shade says, “Oh, come on, you aren’t in love with me, who’s the guy?”

“There isn’t any guy. You have the most beautiful shade. It stops my heart. I can’t get over it. It makes me swoon.”

“Uh huh. Right.” The lamp frowns. “Who’s the guy?”

I ignore it. “I love the rug on the chair beside you, too. You, rug, have the most beautiful colors. It’s almost unrealistic, your beauty.”

“Don’t drag me into this,” the rug says….

READ LILA CECIL”S NEW STORY AT:
http://www.anderbo.com/anderbo1/afiction-033.html

 

The Best Online Novella Ever December 16, 2008

typewriterYou wouldn’t think you could find a great novella just floating around in virtual land, no paper to anchor it properly, would you? But I’m not kidding:  This one smacks of Franny and Zooey!

Excerpted from anderbo.com‘s first novella, WE WERE THERE AND NOW WE”RE HERE by Kayla Soyer-Stein is a coming-of-age tale told with crisp lucidity. Read the novella here. Read the excerpt below:

“I had wanted to be like Camilla as soon as I saw her. I loved the way she looked—like someone older, from a movie—and the way she didn’t seem to care what anyone else at school thought of anything. At first I couldn’t see why she had chosen me to be her friend. Then I realized that we already had some things in common: our complete unconsciousness of current slang or fads, for example, and our real or feigned uninterest in talking to anyone at our school. These were things about myself that had always embarrassed me, things that I used to hope would one day magically change. But while my oblivion and friendlessness were beyond my control, it was obvious that Camilla had deliberately chosen hers. She had ignored Elvis in favor of Frank Sinatra, classical music and French songs that I had not even known existed, whereas my own unfamiliarity with popular music was inexcusable—just a blank. She wore her long, straight, blond hair differently from the other girls at our school, not because her hair was wild and simply wouldn’t do what theirs did, but because, in her opinion, their pin curls looked stupid. And although she lived in a brownstone on Fifth Avenue—a perfectly acceptable location as far as our classmates’ parents were concerned—she hated the Upper East Side as much as I did, and didn’t mind the short walk or bus ride through the park to where I lived.”

For more, click here.