Jennifer Egan
Jennifer Egan
Jennifer Eganis an American novelist and short story writer who lives in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. Egan's novel A Visit from the Goon Squad won the 2011 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and National Book Critics Circle Award for fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 September 1962
CountryUnited States of America
bad-day sun teeth
It's turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth.
forever gone losing
Oh we'll know each other forever, Bix says. The days of losing touch are almost gone.
idiot crushed snob
They were snobs or idiots or both...yet she was inexplicably crushed by their coldness.
causes simultaneous cause-and-effect
reach isn’t describable in terms of cause and effect anymore: it’s simultaneous.
people fifty realizing
What he needed was to find fifty more people like him, who had stopped being themselves without realizing it.
gratitude appreciation assistants
a swell of gratitude and appreciation for his assistant, as opposed to the murderous rage he felt toward the rest of his staff
real scared computer
...real computers scared me; if you can find Them, then They can find you...
girl rocks idols
He remembered his mentor, Lou Kline, telling him in the nineties that rock and roll had peaked at Monterey Pop. They'd been in Lou's house in LA with its waterfalls, the pretty girls Lou always had, his car collection out front, and Bennie had looked into his idol's famous face and thought, You're finished. Nostalgia was the end - everyone knew that.
lost
Everyone we've lost, we'll find. Or they'll find us.
father sleep night
At night, the house thick with sleep, she would peer out her bedroom window at the trees and sky and feel the presence of a mystery. Some possibility that included her--separate from her present life and without its limitations. A secret. Riding in the car with her father, she would look out at other cars full of people she'd never seen, any one of whom she might someday meet and love, and would feel the world holding her making its secret plans.
dark blue sky
The sky was electric blue above the trees but the yard felt dark. Stephanie went to the edge of the lawn and sat her forehead on her knees. The grass and soil were still warm from the day. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. The feeling was too deep.
perfection problem precision
The problem was precision, perfection; the problem was digitization, which sucked the life out of everything that got smeared through its microscopic mesh.
mother jobs people
What I Suddenly Understand My job is to make people uncomfortable. + I will do it all my life. ---> My mother, Sasha Blake, is my first victim.
writing stuff form
Be willing and unafraid to write badly, because often the bad stuff...forms a base on which to build something better.