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Reading: The Ice At the Bottom of the World, Mark Richard
“Holy shit. I mean, goddamn” is what I said after reading each of these eleven short stories.
From Fishboy:
“I began as a boy, as a human-being boy, a boy with a secret at. sea and sentenced to cook in Big Miss Magine’s stone-scoured pot, my long fish body laid, tail flipping, into that solid stone pot, scales ripped and skin slipping from my meat tissue-threaded in the simmer, my body floating from my long, fish-bodied bones, my bones boiled through and through down to a hot bubbly sweet steaming broth, lisping whispers of steam twisting to the ceiling, curling in your curtains, speaking to you in your sleep.”
From the titular story, The Ice At the Bottom of the World
“Powell had had so much to drink that his questions about love and marriage were just echoes in his head of a thought he could not remember.”
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