#lorrie moore

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Cold men destroy women... They woo them with something personable that they bring out for show, something annexed to their souls like a fake greenhouse, lead you in, and you think you see life and vitality and sun and greenness, and then when you love them, they lead you out into their real soul, a drafty, cavernous, empty ballroom, inexorably arched and vaulted and mocking you with its echoes — you hear all you have sacrificed, all you have given, landing with a loud clunk. They lock the greenhouse and you are as tiny as a figure in an architect’s drawing, a faceless splotch, a blur of stick limbs abandoned in some voluminous desert of stone.

Lorrie Moore, Self-Help

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"Anagramas", de Lorrie Moore en la #LíneaB.

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One had to build shelters. One had to make pockets and live inside them.

Lorrie Moore, from Like Life, 1990

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From Lorrie Moore’s Birds of America

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Karlotta Freier’s illustration for Parul Sehgal’s piece on Lorrie Moore’s I Am Homeless If This Is Not My Home in this week’s New Yorker magazine.

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“—a bracelet of mother-of-pearl, a lover’s gift, unhinged and slipping off into the night like something yearning and tired.”

— Lorrie Moore, “Joy” from Like Life

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My childhood had no narrative; it was all just a combination of air and no air: waiting for life to happen, the body to get big, the mind to grow fearless. There were no stories, no ideas, not really, not yet. Just things unearthed from elsewhere and propped up later to help the mind get around. At the time, however, it was liquid, like a song—nothing much. It was just a space with some people in it.

Lorrie Moore, Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?

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The story has to get inside us and do its thing.

Four decades into her career, Moore’s fiction is becoming ever stranger, ever knottier, ever more devoted to a project increasingly at odds with literary trends. She doesn’t draw from life because she’s trying to come to terms with her problems, or work her way through her trauma, or instruct the reader on a moral. Instead, in starting from life, Moore hopes to capture a particular emotion — the way grief transforms its sufferers into fools and fantasists — and then surround the reader in all its terrible beauty, as the aria surrounds the listener. The story has to get inside us and do its thing.

— Dan Kois, from "Lorrie Moore’s Intimate Secrets" in The New York Times · June 17, 2023

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from How to Talk to Your Mother (Notes) — Lorrie Moore

#lorrie moore #writing #the horror of the home #the home is the first grave #american gothic #this short story absolutely wrecks my shit every time I read it (which has been several times over the past decade) #i’m talking like absolute gut wrenching sobbing crying screaming throwing up shaking uncontrollably but /srs

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For love to last, you had to have illusions or have no illusions at all. But you had to stick to one or the other. It was the switching back and forth that endangered things.

Lorrie Moore, Like Life

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[snarfield]

We curl up on the couch together, under a blanket, whisper I love you, I missed you, confusing tenses I think.

Lorrie Moore, Self-Help

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From Lorrie Moore’s Anagrams

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