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288 pages, Paperback
First published July 15, 2014
"That's what happens when one of you dies. The clock stops. The story ends. (You) begin to see patterns. Begin to understand. Maybe the patterns are only the ones that you impose. But the thing takes on a different shape. It takes on a shape. Or, as one of my teachers used to say, you cannot see the landscape you’re in."
"There are often two conversations going on in a marriage. The one that you’re having and the one you’re not, sometimes you don't even know when that second, silent one has begun."So there are quite a few unspoken undercurrents playing in the background, one of them is the remorse Gus feels not only for having been unfaithful to Owen, but also for what she believes is another negative consequence of her affair, namely his persistent writer's block.
"I always half believe that Owen would have an affair one day himself to restore balance of a kind. In certain moods, dark moods, I even believed he was entitled, though the thought of it was hideous to me."
There are moments in a creative life when you understand why you do it. Those moments might last a few seconds or maybe, for some people, years. But whatever the actual time that passes, the still feel like a single moment. Fragile in the way a moment is, liable to be shattered by a breath, set apart from all the the other passing time, distinct.
The day is thinning into darkness, the light evaporating, so the fat, green midsummer trees not fifty feet away seem to be receding, excusing themselves from the scene.
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Bill and I had been tender with each other in the way only lovers with stolen time can sustain. Even in parting, gentle, gentle, gentle, like the tedious people who must unwrap every present slowly, leaving the paper entirely intact.
Next, in steps the beautiful new neighbor Alison with an abusive x-husband and her Amazon-Like gorgeous, but meddling daughter Nora who causes disastrous complications that lead to the uncovering of more betrayals..........death (no spoiler here)......and.....sorrow.
Life Drawing (great title) is a simple story really, but the prose is addictive....almost mesmerizing.....it slowly, but effectively captivates the reader making the characters come to life like you know them personally. When Robin is describing the three paintings of the WWI soldiers she imagines from the old obituary I truly felt like I could see them. Look forward to more from Robin Black!