— Bret Easton Ellis, The Rules of Attraction
— Amy Hempel, Tumble Home
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
'Maybe you'll fall in love with me all over again.'
"Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?’
'Yes. I want to ruin you.'
'Good.' I said. 'That's what I want, too.'"
— Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
— Colette, La Vagabonde
— Milan Kundera, Let the Old Dead Make Room for the Young Dead
she being Brand
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having
thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.
K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
minute i was back in neutral tried and
again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity
avenue i touched the accelerator and give
her the juice,good
was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on
brakes Bothatonce and
brought allofher tremB
— e.e. cummings, she being brand
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what’s underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I’m the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment
from its hanger like I’m choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,
it’ll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in."
— Kim Addonizio, “What Do Women Want?”
— Salley Vickers, The Other Side of You
— Siri Hustvedt, The Blindfold