Experiment

When I read Marsha Pessl (Sp.) and thought--"This is too easy" part of what I thought was "too easy" was the voice. But wait, if I think something's too easy, why don't I just do it? I think I would HATE my book if it were present first person from Leona's perspective, but that also makes the most immediate sense. Here's a quick experiment.


“So how balanced are you?” Alan asks. “I’ll tell you. You’re about as balanced as this shoe”—he's adjusting the position of the shoe on his bent knee, so that it does not tip. I ask him, "Which is how balanced?" and he gives the long-wise answer:
“It’ll stay balanced forever if everything in the room stays absolutely still forever. "
"Which is," I say hastily, "Unfeasable."
We're having the conversation we always seemed to be having, and he's doing the thing he always seemed to be doing—taking it too much in jest. The dogged scent of a neighbor's cigarettes slowly filters into the room, smelling like it has passed through layers and layers of glued wallpaper.

“Whatever,” he says, letting the shoe fall off the edge of the bed. It tumbles once over and lands to smother one of a pair of worn corduroy slippers. These are the shoes he has kept half-tucked beneath every bed he's occupied over the past two weeks.

“If that’s not a symbol, I don’t know what is,” I say, ablasldkfjalksdfj

oh god i'm so tired. more to come post full time job week ajsdflkjasdf