The Nowhere City (Owl Book)
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Paul and Katherine a young couple newly arrived in Los Angeles from the ordered but restrained environs of Harvard are forced to reexamine everything that gave their life meaning back in the "real" world. Informed by a brilliant interpretation of East and West Coast lifestyles and attitudes, this novel is an insightful and tellingly funny account of marital dysfunction.
maybe, or babies or funny Indians. For instance, on top of the TV she’s got this cute ceramic rabbit about three feet high with an aerial growing out of his ears. After you’ve been there ten, fifteen minutes, you feel like you’re being smothered.” Ceci unwound the towel from herself and began to rub her hair dry. Though the blinds were closed, it made Paul uneasy to see her sitting completely naked in Katherine’s chair. It was something Katherine had never done and would never do: she didn’t like
superstitiously, he always took it off before he did anything he had promised then not to do. He put the ring into a pocket of his jacket. Then, shutting his eyes, he fell upon Ceci. “This bed’s pretty hard,” Ceci said presently, breaking the silence that follows climax. “Wow, my back.” “My knees,” Paul replied, echoing her joking tone, and thus tacitly accepting this excuse for what had been as intense, but not exactly as protracted as it might have been. It was true that his knees were sore;
to sleep with, exactly because it was against their rules. ... Jekyll’s a good guy; he tried to see it my way, but he just wasn’t flexible enough. If she had only been a graduate student, he kept saying, even a first-year graduate student, that would have been better. But, I pointed out to him, none of the first-year graduate students were as good-looking as Nancy. They were really a sad lot that year.” Iz looked quietly at his watch. “That’s awful,” Katherine said. She was fascinated, though
husband these days?” he asked. “Oh, all right. I don’t know. He’s been talking about going back into teaching. I think he must be tired of his job.” “Ya?” Iz’s hand moved further down, drawing the line of Katherine’s white hip and thigh against the dark tweed of the analytic couch. “A question occurs to me,” he said. “Why has Paul, apparently so healthy, so extroverted, etcetera, why has this man chosen the academic life?” Used now to Iz’s rhetorical questions, Katherine simply waited. “Answer,
her life in a violent, vulgar world, and even Iz hadn’t been able to change her. The girls in the office said that she had just been in a public brawl, where she screamed at policemen and reporters, and slapped a girl in the face who hadn’t even spoken to her. Katherine hadn’t seen the papers, so she didn’t know how much of this to believe. Iz had never mentioned it, and she wasn’t going to ask him. It was bad enough for him that he had to be married to, and obsessed with, a girl like that