crabbygirl reviewed The girl who was Saturday night by Heather O'Neill
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4 stars
wow, this girl can write: 'there was a man sitting on one of the chairs, wearing a tiger costume. the head of the tiger was sitting on the chair next to him. both he and the tiger head were looking straight ahead, as if they had had an argument and weren't speaking.'
and
'our hair ruined all the photographs of us as childen. no matter what the setting, even if it was our own birthday party, we looked like Gypsies at some internment camp in Eastern Europe...we looked like the type of people that had driven our car five thousand miles with a refridgerator on top of it.'
and
'the black cat johann was purring like it had engine trouble. his tail kept reaching round like an arm scooping up all the poker chips off the table.'
or
'... white Pomeranian that had a face like a chewed-up toothbrush. the …
wow, this girl can write: 'there was a man sitting on one of the chairs, wearing a tiger costume. the head of the tiger was sitting on the chair next to him. both he and the tiger head were looking straight ahead, as if they had had an argument and weren't speaking.'
and
'our hair ruined all the photographs of us as childen. no matter what the setting, even if it was our own birthday party, we looked like Gypsies at some internment camp in Eastern Europe...we looked like the type of people that had driven our car five thousand miles with a refridgerator on top of it.'
and
'the black cat johann was purring like it had engine trouble. his tail kept reaching round like an arm scooping up all the poker chips off the table.'
or
'... white Pomeranian that had a face like a chewed-up toothbrush. the small dog was sitting in the part of the grocery cart where you ordinarily put a baby. the dog was trembling with excitement, wanting to hop up, like he was waiting to add a detail to your anecdote.'