…the main character of the novel, one Julius Hobbes, becomes decidedly less interesting as the reader finds out more.
Sebastian Sleeve, The Random Walk and Other Stories.
“Yes, Brenda, it is sometimes difficult to find sexism in every little thing. But if you will just persist….”
Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.
Polyphony is all about pulling the liturgical burden (the text) into the waiting silence.
Jason K. Broadus, The Ice of My Dreams.
Harold was muttering, but I distinctly heard the following: “…pretentious artisanal sandwich crafters who ruin everything….”
Rhonda Carstairs, A Bad Case of the Whim-Whams and Other Stories.
“Passion” refers to even the mildest obsessions of consumerism (e.g., craft beers, cycling, Korean soap operas).
Trent Zaha, Skirting the Issue.
“Settling into the hedonist wallow.” That’s how Conner thought of it. Concerning his fellows. And concerning himself.
Thaddeus Crewes, The Seven Long Years.
And whom was Edmund dodging, the reader might wonder? Well, it was Miss Eileen Cummings. Poetess.
Quentin Drabb, Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.
The internet is a place where words go to get drained of meaning.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
Mr. Wilkins forecasts a future in which we shall see TV ads featuring actors who care.
Will Hewes, Little To Do.
So, if the character were explicit about his sexual activity, that would be like “honesty.” And of course we deeply admire honesty. Especially when we are being honest about our dishonesty.
Nigel Swarbrick, A Bootful of Nails.
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