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He sat, or went down backwards along the ledge (I don't know which) and I
turned and shot in Nathalie's direction, not even seeing her, not knowing if it
would miss her or not. But she was awfully close. Gas-guns don't make noise. I
shot at him ...
Putting my legs over the edge of the ledge and hooting. Although the bungalow's
certainly too far and I bet that food's rotten by now. Why didn't I bring a mirror with
me? Clever, perhaps, not to; I could hang it on some projection of rock or ...
Dreamed we were back together at my place, all this sensuality a topography I
couldn't describe to you, a sort of lovely pocket universe, and in the summer
dawn (this really happened once) from some dingy, cement ledge outside our
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - crazybatcow - www.librarything.com
I didn't like it. It started okay... seemed like it might be interesting, but then... it kinda went off the rails and ended up being some interior monologue between the main character and figments of ... Read full review
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This is a really marvelous story about crash-landed space farers that deals with mortality, society, psychology, religion, feminism, politics and, most of all, the slow veil that falls as distractions go away and we are confronted Read full review