tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354552.post115120742174663092..comments2023-10-05T08:52:17.547-05:00Comments on Aspire2 Blog: Quoting a Classicaspire2http://www.blogger.com/profile/11559340357457209175noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354552.post-1151371656303762112006-06-26T20:27:00.000-05:002006-06-26T20:27:00.000-05:00I love baseball. And I enjoyed the quote, Rhon. ...I love baseball. And I enjoyed the quote, Rhon. Gonna have to check out that book...<BR/><BR/>I also learned I really like Stephen King's style when I read an anthology of short suspense stories. King's short story, "Quitter's, Inc." was brilliant. I was on the edge of my seat for most of it. Haven't ventured into his horror stories though, I'm not big on super scary, super bloody, super freaky.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02498526034591365354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354552.post-1151268026449741522006-06-25T15:40:00.000-05:002006-06-25T15:40:00.000-05:00I took on the challenge of reading a couple of the...I took on the challenge of reading a couple of the books mentioned in the NYT's <A HREF="http://www.nytimes.com/ref/books/fiction-25-years.html" REL="nofollow">"What Is the Best Work of American Fiction of the Last 25 Years?"</A> After reading <I>Beloved</I> by Toni Morrison I took on Don DeLillo's <I>Underworld</I>. Unfortunately, I can't invest in an 800 page novel right now but I am very taken with his writing. <BR/><BR/>I don't like baseball and DeLillo's opening is a 50 page detailed description of the famous 1951 World Series game and the "shot heard around the world." Nothing could be more boring for me. <BR/><BR/>But DeLillo makes it sound like a medieval opera. Insurmountable odds, warriors, bloood, sweat, faith and passion. It's very masculine and very beatiful. This is a living author but I hope you share my appreciation of these quotes.<BR/><BR/><I>Peanut vendor's coming through again, a coin-catching wiz about eighteen, black and rangy. People know him from games past and innings gone and they quicken up and dig for change. They're calling out for peanuts, </I>hey, here, bag,<I> and tossing coins with thumb flicks and discus arcs and the vendor's hands seem to inhale the flying metal. He is magnet-skinned, circus-catching dimes on the wing and then sailing peanut bags into people's chests.<BR/><BR/>The catcher works up out of his squat, dirt impacted in the creases that run across the back of his ruddled neck. He lifts his mask so he can spit. He is padded and bumpered, lips rough and scored and sunflaked. This is the freest thing he does, spitting in public. His saliva bunches and wobbles when it hits the dirt, going sandy brown. <BR/><BR/>The difference comes when the ball is hit. Then nothing is the same. The men are moving, coming out of their crouches, and everything submits to the pebble-skip of the ball, to rotations and backspins and airstreams. There are drag coefficients. There are trailing vortices. There are things that apply unrepeatably, muscle memory and pumping blood and jots of dust, the narrative that lives in the spaces of the official play-by-play.<BR/><BR/>In the stands Bill Waterson takes off his jacket and dangles it lengthwise by the collar. It is rippled and mauled and seems to strike him as a living body he might want to lecture sternly. After a pause he folds it over twice and drops it on his seat.</I>rhonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06442369851499016473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354552.post-1151211160291248462006-06-24T23:52:00.000-05:002006-06-24T23:52:00.000-05:00Love your quote, "Where are your books?...how come...Love your quote, "Where are your books?...how come there are no **** books in your house?" Yeah, you'd be chasing after me! :)Erica P.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05836906608112273002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354552.post-1151210945192537502006-06-24T23:49:00.000-05:002006-06-24T23:49:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Erica P.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05836906608112273002noreply@blogger.com