Surrounded by all things bright and beautiful, writing all things dark and gloomy.
SuzeReviews: Apples Never Fall
All families have a set of stories, core memories that define their complicated attachments and grudges. For the Delaney family, a tennis-obsessed set of six living in Sydney, these stories are sequentially picked up and examined like little gems, each member turning it over to examine a new facet missed by the last. Misconceptions and long-nursed hurts color each individual’s memory. It’s a repetitive process to read, running the danger of getting dull, but Moriarty succeeds in making each remembrance revelatory.
SuzeReviews: Billy Summers
From any other writer, it would have been just another schlocky action porno: a hit man on a cursed last job, traveling the country with a bombshell ingenue. But Stephen King‘s Billy Summers shows that even with a tenuous premise, he can deliver a meaningful, character-driven opus that hums with power.
It rained like it would never stop. The gutters Crowded with leaves and kitkat wrappers, No more dry spots to hop for.
On the River
Do you remember slipquick swimming against the current? I do, the eddies at the edge of the dock pulling at my wrists And minnows nibbling at our ankles.
You told me that God made us, Each and every one, In his godly baby factory. This head fitted to this neck Fitted to this shoulder
we found us a mountain of snow so we found us a mission and we built us tunnels the ants we are wandering in warrens of white
In the Waiting Room
The last time we came, your neighbor’s plastic Florida pink flamingos had been carried away by a hurricane tide, or maybe an act of God.
John the Drunk is a Thief
After Tess's mother died, she lost herself for a while. She found this confusing because they did not like each other very much, and Tess had considered herself estranged for almost a decade. Nevertheless, upon becoming an orphan, her drinking consumed her. She slept fitfully and woke fretfully, heart rate high and hands shaky. She stopped showering and ignored phone calls. Her writing was at first slow and uninspired, then nonexistent. She and her editor made a mutual decision: Tess would take a leave of absence from the magazine, indeterminately long, and "get her shit together."