Short Stories of Paul Bowles, the

by Paul Bowles

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For some writers, praising the sentences of their work might have an undercurrent of exclusion: maybe it doesn’t add up to much more, so you praise it down at a lesser level. Let that be the disclaimer, I mean the opposite here.

God, these sentences. Each story is so good on a molecular level. It’s taken me forever to get through, because I keep leap-frogging back to read the ones I’ve already read. The atmosphere just gets in your bones, the way you can feel the weather. This is a book I’ll be reading for years.