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Dancer from the Dance
by Andrew Holleran
This book fascinated me with the storytelling and the characters--and just describing a certain lifestyle that I haven't been exposed to very much. The writing drew me into the scenes--especially around Malone's experience overall and then with Frankie--and created a surreal, dreamy context. The characters were pretty well developed and various. Sometimes the way the lifestyle was narrated, it seemed so excessive in all the ways. But that's just from my limited perspective.
The end was elusive in terms of what we think might have happened to Malone--and surprising (or maybe not because of the heavy drug use) what happened to Sutherland. I just didn't expect that. I'll be reading the new book by this author as well.
“They were bound together by a common love of a certain kind of music, physical beauty, and style—all the things one shouldn’t throw away an ounce of energy pursuing, and sometimes throw away a life pursuing.” pg. 38
“He fell in love with people he did not know how to meet. He began carrying around with him the momentary faces of men seen in restaurants, on street-corners, in the subways, and fed on their imagined loves as a roach feeds on crumbs. He knew from the looks on faces he surprised by looking up, that he too was being stored in other human hearts.” pg. 80
Book: borrowed from Glen Park Branch.
The end was elusive in terms of what we think might have happened to Malone--and surprising (or maybe not because of the heavy drug use) what happened to Sutherland. I just didn't expect that. I'll be reading the new book by this author as well.
“They were bound together by a common love of a certain kind of music, physical beauty, and style—all the things one shouldn’t throw away an ounce of energy pursuing, and sometimes throw away a life pursuing.” pg. 38
“He fell in love with people he did not know how to meet. He began carrying around with him the momentary faces of men seen in restaurants, on street-corners, in the subways, and fed on their imagined loves as a roach feeds on crumbs. He knew from the looks on faces he surprised by looking up, that he too was being stored in other human hearts.” pg. 80
Book: borrowed from Glen Park Branch.