work_id,theme,id,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,created_at,context,comments,text,reviewed_on,provenance
8262,"",25156,"""As that word left a greasy trail through his skull, he saw her.""","",2018-03-24 05:50:06 UTC,2018-03-24 05:50:06 UTC,"",https://www.vabook.org/program/reading-under-the-influence/,"Today was the book's anniversary. Anniversary. As though it were a marriage, or a war. They were reissuing it, a fancy copy, with four mini-essays of introduction from people his editor had referred to, without shame, as ""boldface names."" He'd refused a tour, citing fear of flying, which was true, and no one had fought him on it. He, in turn, fought no one on the ""boldface names."" It was money, it was attention, it was a dubious eflorescence of online articles larded with the term millenials.
As that word left a greasy trail through his skull, he saw her. The name was absent for a moment, just the arrest of her sharp pale face and its white-blond hair. Staring straight out, very still, erect and attentive while the people either side of and behind her were bustling and gossiping, fanning themselves, swigging from water bottles, leaning across one another.
(pp. 182-3)",,"Virginia Festival of the Book reading (Charlottesville, March 23, 2018)"
8262,"",25157,"""His mind was a synthetic sky: blue, blank, cloudless.""","",2018-03-24 05:52:46 UTC,2018-03-24 05:52:46 UTC,"","","""Well,"" said the critic. She glanced down at her notebook and adjusted her seat and gave them a quick professional smile.
His mind was a synthetic sky: blue, blank, cloudless.
(p. 184) ",,"Virginia Festival of the Book reading (Charlottesville, March 23, 2018)"