George Saunders is the author of nine books, including Tenth of December, which was a finalist for the National Book Award, and won the inaugural Folio Prize (for the best work of fiction in English) and the Story Prize (best short story collection). He has received MacArthur and Guggenheim Fellowships, the PEN/Malamud Prize for excellence in the short story, and was recently e...
George Saunders is the author of nine books, including Tenth of December, which was a finalist for the National Book Award, and won the inaugural Folio Prize (for the best work of fiction in English) and the Story Prize (best short story collection). He has received MacArthur and Guggenheim Fellowships, the PEN/Malamud Prize for excellence in the short story, and was recently elected to the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. In 2013, he was named one of the world’s 100 most influential people by Time magazine. He teaches in the Creative Writing Program at Syracuse University.
The rich notes of the Marine Band in the apartments below came to the sick-room in soft, subdued murmurs, like the wild, faint sobbing of far-off spirits. (查看原文)
Matrons were collapsed here and there in armchairs. Drunken men examined paintings rather too intensely.
The thousand dresses, laid out so reverently that afternoon, flecks of dust brushed off carefully in doorways, hems gathered up for the carriage trip: where are they now?... As are the women who wore them so proudly in that transient moment of radiance. (查看原文)
It just so happened that the other day a colleague's father had passed away and I didn't attend the funeral. That kind of place always gives me the chill, with no disrespect. I think it's because I've never faced the loss of a loved one, I can't feel the pa...
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“And as the sun came up, we prayed, each within ourselves, our usual prayer: To still be here when the sun next set. And discover, in those first moments of restored movement, that we had again been granted the great mother-gift: Time. More time.” 用死亡...
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Loved the poignancy of the first quarter of this book, and amazed at how well the chapters comprised of quotations had worked. Tonally compassionate with his signature breezy dark humor. Saunders paints his refreshing metaphors with poetic tenderness and sw...
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