Date: 1992
"Or--he must stop thinking about it--or [his consciousness seemed] like a solution of saturated copper sulphate under the microscope, when it suddenly transforms and crystals break out everywhere on its surface."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1992
"Traces of the night's possession surfaced now and again in the slowly simmering scum of his thoughts, and the experience of being so thoroughly and often displaced left him bruised and lonely."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1992
"His thoughts shimmered like a hesitating stream, gathering into pools of discrete and vivid imagery."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1997
"They were possessing her in ways more intimate than had ever been allow'd him...interfering at orders of minitude invisible to the human Eye, infiltrated without need of light or Map, commanding the further branches of whatever flows in a Soul like blood,...she and her Captors whispering togethe...
preview | full record— Pynchon, Thomas (b. 1937)
Date: 2000
"'I must have done,' I said, feeling the memory of another dozen books slide down Lethe's greasy banks."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 2000
"He hadn't yet organised his memories of the conference into anecdote and he knew that unless he gave them that structure they would slip down the nearest drain."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 2000
"I fell silent, my mood shattered like the waves exploding on the coast below."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 2000
"A man in my position might easily head for the mountains and try to find consolation in their perseverance -- never mind the rock slides, the sinking plateaux and erupting islands -- or, at the opposite extreme, he might extort some pleasure from knowing that he will outlast the flies spinning o...
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 2000
"As I breathed in I could feel my consciousness expanding along a glistening spider's web of total connectedness and as I exhaled it accordioned back into the tropical richness of my body, the streams and rivers of my blood."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)