Feed My Dear Dogs. Emma Richler
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Название: Feed My Dear Dogs

Автор: Emma Richler

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Вестерны

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isbn: 9780007405633

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      EMMA RICHLER

       Feed My Dear Dogs

       Dedication

      For Daniel, Noah, Martha & Jacob, and for my mother, my muse, and in memory of my father, with love.

       Epigraph

      Every Space that a Man views around his dwelling place,

      Standing on his own roof, or in his garden on a mount,

      such Space is his Universe.

      And on the verge the Sun rises and sets,

      the Starry Heavens reach no further;

      And if he moves his dwelling-place, his heavens also move

      Wher’er he goes.

      WILLIAM BLAKE

       Tamar Rahmani,

      for many things

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       P.S. Ideas, Interviews & Features …

       About the Author

       Q and A with Emma Richler

       Life at a Glance

       A Writing Life

       Top Ten Books

       About the Book

       On the Novelist in His Cavern, His Vision and Blindness

       Read On

       Have You Read?

       If You Loved This, You Might Like …

       About the Author

       Keep Reading

       Praise

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       ONE

      Jude always said a kid is supposed to get acclimatised to the great world and society and so on, and just as soon as he can bash around on his own two pins, but the feeling of dread and disquiet I experienced on leaving home in my earliest days was justified for me again and again on journeys out, beginning with the time Zachariah Levinthal bashed me on the head for no clear-cut reason with the wooden mallet he had borrowed from his mother’s kitchen. It did not hurt much, as I was wearing my Sherlock Holmes deerstalker hat with both ear flaps tied up neatly in a bow on top, providing extra protection from onslaught, but I must say it struck me that Zach, who was nearly a whole year and a half older than me, same age as my brother Jude in fact, Zach was the one in need of a few pointers regarding recommended behaviour in the great world and society at large. Never mind. The way I saw it, he was just testing out his enthusiasm for tools and surfaces, and, possibly, exploring a passing fancy for a future in architecture or construction work, and in my household, enthusiasms were encouraged, which is why I regularly went to and fro with a handful of 54mm World War I and World War II soldiers in my pocket for recreation purposes, with no one to stop me, although I am a girl and expected, in some circles, to have more seemly pursuits. You have to allow for enthusiasms, you never know where they may lead, so I knew to keep my composure the day Zach hit me on the head with a meat pulveriser. No. Tenderiser. So there you are, that is what I mean, it depends on how you look at things, how bashing away at a piece of beefsteak with a wooden hammer can induce a quality of tenderness in meat is just as surprising, perhaps, as my not protesting the risk of brain damage I incurred at the age of eight or so, instead, forgiving Zach on account of his enthusiasms and general spirit of endeavour.

      I think all stories are like this, about looking out for a way to be in life without messing up in the end, a way to be that feels like home, and if you bear this in mind, it’s easy to see some СКАЧАТЬ