Jennifer Egan
Jennifer Egan
Jennifer Eganis an American novelist and short story writer who lives in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. Egan's novel A Visit from the Goon Squad won the 2011 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and National Book Critics Circle Award for fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 September 1962
CountryUnited States of America
crowds may gathering
[I]t may be that a crowd at a particular moment of history creates the object to justify its gathering.
pain differences numbers
happened as I listened: I felt pain. Not in my head, not in my arm, not in my leg; everywhere at once. I told myself there was no difference between being “inside” and being “outside,” that it all came down to X’s and O’s that could be acquired in any number of different ways, but the pain increased to a point where I thought I might collapse, and I limped away.
want should scotty
Now that Scotty has entered the realm of myth, everyone wants to own him. And maybe they should. Doesn't a myth belong to everyone?
real fake doe
When does a fake Mohawk become a real Mohawk? Who decides? How do you know if it's happened?
real caring experience
I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?
girl years lunch
A bit of theory as we settle down for lunch: the waiter's treatment of Kitty is actually a kind of sandwich, with the bottom bread being the bored and slightly effete way he normally acts with customers, the middle being the crazed and abnormal way he feels around this famous nineteen-year-old girl, and the top bread being his attempt to contain and conceal this alien middle layer with some mode of behavior that at least approximates the bottom layer of boredom and effeteness that is his norm.
perfection problem clean
Too clear, too clean. The problem was precision, perfection;
girl cities keys
But it was another girl, young and new to the city, fiddling with her keys.
rooms combination property
I know I'm famous and irresitible - a combination whose properties closely resemble radioactivity - and I know that you in this room are helpless against me.
sun mines
See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. "It's mine.
world shitheads listen-to-me
The world is full of shitheads, Rhea. Don’t listen to them—listen to me. And I know that Lou is one of those shitheads. But I listen.
tattoo kids three
She was clean": no piercings, tattoos, or scarifications. All the kids were now. And who could blame them, Alex thought, after watching three generations of flaccid tattoos droop like moth-eaten upholstery over poorly stuffed biceps and saggy asses?
house get-away grenade
Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.
worry redemption transformation
Redemption, transformation--God how she wanted these things. Every day, every minute. Didn't everyone?