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From Hot Milk by Deborah Levy:

I stood up and took my place behind the wheelchair, lifted up the brake, which was difficult because my espadrilles were flopping off my feet and began to push my mother down the dust road, dodging the potholes and dog shit, past the handbags and purses, the sweating cheeses and gnarled salamis, the jamón ibérico from Salamanca, the strings of chorizo, plastic tablecloths and mobile-phone covers, the chickens turning on a stainless-steel spit, the cherries, bruised apples, oranges and peppers, the couscous and turmeric heaped in baskets, the jars of harissa and preserved lemons, the torches, spanners, hammers, while Rose swatted the flies landing on her feet with a rolled-up copy of the London Review of Books.


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  • 13 April 2016 at 11:37am
    Chris Larkin says:
    This reminds me of a subscriber who, while they enjoyed the paper a great deal, mainly kept their subscription going because the LRB was exactly the right size to line the floor of his birdcage.