A Streetcar Named Desire
Tennessee Williams, 1947
Literary fiction Contemporary fiction
A broke, brilliant woman arrives at her sister's cramped New Orleans flat with a trunk of finery and a story that won't hold.
Feels like longing and dread. About love, memory and death.
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When an afternoon stops being time and becomes something you're holding.
Don’t you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour - but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands - and who knows what to do with it? Tennessee Williams.The play opened on Broadway in 1947 with Marlon Brando as Stanley; Williams won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama the following year.
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- Feels like longing and dread. About love, memory and death.
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Reflected in You · Sylvia Day
Some love feels less like a shelter than a match.
Maybe this isn’t the kind of love that deserves to exist. Maybe it’s the kind that wars start over. The kind that topples empires and never leaves the world better than it found it.
The Night We Met · Abby Jimenez
The difference between being remembered and being known.
Last night, she told him hers was Jess. She lied, but only because she can’t say her real name—one of the vicious little details tucked like nettles in the grass. Hidden barbs designed to sting. What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind? She has learned to step between the thorny weeds, but there are some cuts that cannot be avoided—a memory, a photograph, a name.
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