11/06/2011

lakewood

"...for a moment that spring they had seemed to be on view everywhere, those blank-faced Lakewood girls, those feral Lakewood boys. There were the dead eyes, the thick necks, the jaws that closed only to chew gum. There was the refusal or the inability to process the simplest statement without rephrasing it.  There was the fuzzy relationship to language, the tendency to seize on a drifting fragment of something once heard and repeat it, not quite get it right, worry it like a bone..."


Joan Didion in Where I as From
http://amzn.to/s8tEUc