Vacant Possession. Hilary Mantel
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Название: Vacant Possession
Автор: Hilary Mantel
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежный юмор
isbn: 9780007354870
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HILARY MANTEL
Vacant Possession
Harper Perennial
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First published by Chatto & Windus Ltd 1986
Copyright © Hilary Mantel 1986
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To Gerald
‘… and that is what one does, one does not get better but different and older and that is always a pleasure.’
GERTRUDE STEIN
EZEKIEL 37:3
‘Can these bones live?’
Contents
Excerpt from Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel
P.S. Ideas, interviews & features …
It was ten o’clock in the evening; raining and very dark. A man was walking along the road whistling ‘Santa Lucia’.
Muriel Axon stood alone at the window of her room; a square plain woman, forty-four years old. She was wrapped in an eiderdown, and in the palm of her hand she held the boiled egg she was eating for supper. The glow of the streetlamps showed her wet slate roofs, the long lit curve of the motorway outside the town, and a bristling cat in the shadow of a wall; beyond these, the spines of black hills.
Cradling the warm egg, Muriel dug in her fingernails to crush the shell. She did not go in for table manners; they wasted time. She began to peel the skin, wincing a little as she did so. She put her tongue into the salted gelid hollow and probed gently. The room behind her was dark, and full of the minute crackling her fingers made. She sucked, thought. Most of Muriel’s thoughts СКАЧАТЬ