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Pond claire louise bennett review7/4/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() I wrote stories and brought them in for him, every Friday.” Now the act of writing becomes something “OK, I said, I’ll bring some in for you to look at, and that’s To go there again-that’s how it seemed to me.” He might want to transgressĪgain, more risk and threat, but then she undercuts herself, puts the onus of ![]() Herself, trying to pick at all the various sensations it might hold: “He’d been somewhere he ought not to haveīeen,” she reflects, as if talking about sex, a transgression, “and he wanted It’s too ornate to beĬonsciousness it feels instead like she’s holding the memory out in front of ![]() Unspool all the various layers of this moment. She puts the book on a shelf next to her register. She works briefly at a grocery store whereĪ Russian man who always finds his way to her checkout lane-19-gives her a copy Long time, she finds herself only reading books by women. For a while she only reads books about men. Relationship to books: what she reads and writes and is told to read what she Instead, she tracks the narrator’s life almost solely through her None of her family life, briefly mentioning a brother near the end and making a couple of vague gestures We follow her from late childhood.īut the coming of age is not the one we might expect: Bennett reveals almost She’s precocious, grew up working class in southwestĮngland, and feels much like the woman we met in Bennett’s first book, Pond. Claire-Louise Bennett’s novel Checkout 19 ![]()
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