It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
AIMEE BENDERThe writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
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I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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