Less (Winner of the Pulitzer Prize): A Novel (The Arthur Less Books Book 1)
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Less sighs and breathes in the night. Above them, the Milky Way rises in a plume of smoke. He turns to his friend in the firelight. “Happy anniversary, Lewis.” “Thank you. Clark and I are divorcing.” Less sits straight up on his cushion. “What?” Lewis shrugs. “We decided a few months ago. I have been waiting to tell you.” “Wait wait wait, what? Wha
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The work, the habit, the words, will fix you. Nothing else can be depended on, and Less has known genius, what genius can do. But what if you are not a genius? What will the work do then?
Christina Ducruet added 1mo ago
One of those creatures on stilts, a glass wall revealing a never-used grand piano and a crowd of mostly men celebrating one of a dozen
Creighton added 2mo ago
then drew him in with their talent for invention, surely greater than his own.
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A movie screen begins to unroll noisily from the ceiling like a mad relative wandering downstairs and has to be sent back into hiding.
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Surely this is how gay men are judged in Hell. By the time he returns to the hotel, he is drunk and stinks of smoke and worms.
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This, Less thinks to himself as he tries to butter the bread with its companion chunk of ice, is how drug addicts think.
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Less’s generation often feels like the first to explore the land beyond fifty. How are they meant to do it? Do you stay a boy forever, and dye your hair and diet to stay lean and wear tight shirts and jeans and go out dancing until you drop dead at eighty? Or do you do the opposite—do you forswear all that, and let your hair go gray, and wear elega
... See moreCreighton added 2mo ago
what he met were not young Turks but proud bloated middle-aged artists who rolled in the river like sea lions.
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