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A young man meets his future father-in-law for the first time

The ‘talk’ was indirect and allusive and slow, interrupted by long silences. Horace Bostwick talked about himself in brief speeches directed several inches over Stoner’s head. Stoner learned that Bostwick was a Bostonian,  whose father late in  his life, had ruined his banking career and his son’s future in New England by a series of unwise investments that had closed the bank. (‘Betrayed’, Bostwick announced to the ceiling, ‘by false friends’. Thus the son had come to Missouri shortly after the Civil War, intending to move west; but he had never  got further than Kansas city, where he occasionally went on business trips. Remembering his father’s failure, or betrayal, he stayed with his first job in a small St Louis bank; and  in his late thirties, secure in a minor vice-presidency, he married a local girl of good family. From the marriage had come only one child; he had wanted  a son and had got a girl, and that was another disappointment he hardly bothered to conceal. Like many men who consider their success incomplete, he was extraordinarily vain and consumed with a sense of his own importance. Every ten or fifteen minutes he  removed a large gold watch from his vest pocket, looked at it, and nodded to himself.

John Williams, Stoner, Vintage Books, pp 58-59 (review here) 



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Memory is pragmatic, it is sly and artful, but not in any hostile or malicious way; on the contrary, it does everything it can to keep its host satisfied. Something pushes a memory into the great void of oblivion, something distorts it beyond recognition, something misunderstands it totally, something, and this something is as good as nothing, recalls it with sharpness, clarity and accuracy. That which is remembered accurately is never given to you to determine.

Karl Ove Knausgaard (Trans. Don Barlett) Boyhood Island Book 3



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Appeal to come forward


A photographer prints a role of film which she discovers has already been  exposed.

‘[W]hat you’re seeing here is a complete stranger’s shots double exposed with mine on top. I had no way of knowing this was going to happen, as the film canister looked completely normal, and even had the appropriate amount of film sticking out of the canister for me to load it into my camera. All signs pointed to the fact that this was a new roll of film.  ‘(from here) Anna Gay 

In the article on the internet she appeals to the photographer to come forward.

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