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unearths some literary gems.
Some snippets from Nicholson Baker essays:
[from La Mer]What he played didn’t sound like the sea to me, but that wasn’t surprising, because nothing sounds like the sea on the bassoon.[from"Why I Like the Telephone"--precursing a similar comparison in Rock My Socks Off]You dialed some short number...and, miraculously, your own phone...would ring--a result that seemed, in those years before the discovery of other solitary auto-dialed pleasures, exotic and shocking and worthwhile.[from "One Summer"]I was working on a story about a man who by chance runs into his brain on the street. His brain is wearing a jaunty hat and is in a hurry. It has some kind of a sales job....The story was never finished.[ditto]A photographer...called up my mother, because he had heard that she could make funny faces....The ad, announcing a higher interest rate on savings accounts, came out in the newspaper...I spent a good deal of time making funny faces in the mirror in case a photographer called me.[from "Inky Burden"]Pages [of books], for the most part, live out their long lives in the dark...until suddenly, like the lightbulb in the refrigerator that seems to be always on but almost never is, one of them is called upon to speak.
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