Friday, June 8, 2012
the last book I ever read (Anne Enright's The Gathering, excerpt three)
from Anne Enright's The Gathering, winner of the 2007 Man Booker Prize:
Tom had sex with me the night of the wake--as if Liam's death had blown all the cobwebs away: the fuss and the kids and the big, busy job and the late nights spent strenuously not sleeping with other women. He was getting back to basics: telling me that he loved me, telling me that my brother might be dead but that he was very much alive. Exercising his right. I love my husband, but I lay there with one leg on either side of his dancing, country-boy hips and I did not feel alive. I felt like a chicken when it is quartered.