Wednesday, October 6, 2010

"My ex-wife and I - I won't go into the details - had good times and bad times, fought and were silent, tried and gave up and tried some more before finally throwing in the towel, focused, with the special self-absorption of the miserable, on our minute drama and its reverberations in our own chests. All the while, the people who loved us were not sitting there whispering behind their hands like spectators at a chess match. They were putting our photographs in frames on their walls. They were uniting our names over and over on the outsides of envelopes that bore anniversary wishes and recipes clipped from newspapers. They were putting our birthdays in their address books, knitting us socks, studying the fluctuating fortunes of our own favorite hitters every morning in the box scores. They were working us into the fabric of their lives. When at last we broke all those promises that we thought we had made only to each other, in an act of faithlessness whose mutuality appeared somehow to make it all right, we tore that fabric, not irrecoverably, but deeply."

~ Michael Chabon, Manhood for Amateurs.


Blue October 6, 2010 at 5:57 PM  

Ya está. Necesito leer ese libro.

melquíades October 6, 2010 at 7:34 PM  

No la había visto volver, mer!

Qué bueno leerla otra vez.

lucía October 7, 2010 at 4:32 AM  

me tiemblan las manos de leer esto, te juro.

m. October 11, 2010 at 6:41 PM  

Cuando posteo citas, me da como cosa porque pienso que la gente que viene por acá no las va a leer o se va a aburrir. Me alegra saber que "sirven", ya sea para despertar ganas de leer el libro, o por sentirse identificados con lo que dicen.

Violante October 13, 2010 at 11:22 AM  

A mí me encanta pasar por acá y encontrarme con tus citas. Compartirlas es un gesto de enorme generosidad, ¡gracias!

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