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February 13, 2015
“Throw me on my back in the dark room with the microfiche,”
“Throw me on my back in the dark room with the microfiche,” says the narrator of “Checking Out,” the final story of 2011’s Nympho Librarian. “Fuck me amidst the relics of a world that progress threw away.” And in the eyes of the next generation, whose view isn’t sweetened by nostalgia, things look even bleaker. In another story from Nympho we overhear the devastating comment of a brash young paramour—a boy with no memory of a world before Google—as he pinions his elder librarian mistress to a shelf of Russian lit (“not a section of the library that received many visitors”). “I like your hair down like that,” he says, “it makes you look abandoned.”Checking Out
Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 13, 2015 1:09 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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...and her Chekhov was stuffed 'til her Naokov swelled.
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at February 13, 2015 3:02 PM
The caption for the book cover should read, "OK, I give up. I'll read you the chapter, 'The Thermodynamics of the Conversion of Caterpillars into Butterflies.' But get off my belly. You're crushing my navel lint!"
Posted by: Stug Guts at February 14, 2015 1:58 PM