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Arthur Nersesian
Born
The United States
Genre
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The Fuck-Up
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published
1997
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20 editions
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Dogrun
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published
2000
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10 editions
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Chinese Takeout
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published
2003
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9 editions
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Suicide Casanova
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published
2002
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10 editions
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Unlubricated
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published
2004
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Manhattan Loverboy
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published
2000
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13 editions
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Mesopotamia
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published
2010
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6 editions
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The Swing Voter of Staten Island (New York: The Five Books of Moses #1)
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published
2007
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7 editions
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Gladyss of the Hunt
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published
2013
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6 editions
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The Sacrificial Circumcision of the Bronx (New York: The Five Books of Moses Bk.2)
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published
2008
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5 editions
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“The masses-I love em-they rush for red lights, risking everything to capture a few seconds, only to get home and waste their lives.”
― Manhattan Loverboy
― Manhattan Loverboy
“Finally life becomes a very specific thing--and that's what we are. Ultimately, looking back, I'm beginning to believe that we need to always be fucked up. We need to always have some reason to hate ourselves, something to make us feel eternally incomplete.”
― Dogrun
― Dogrun
“My last chance had vanished into itself like a snail coiling up into his shell.
Insidiously I had lost my grip, and now this was it. I thought all this without much emotion. I really didn't care anymore. I couldn't hang on anymore. I didn't have the guts to kill myself, but I didn't want it to continue. I walked a couple of blocks, empty, listless, and wished I could cry.
...The diabolic hope, the purposeful pulsing of blood, the flight into coherence allowed for some rationalizing an afterlife. A new theology was evolving, one that had a faith-in-death clause. It was evolved when I kicked a dead waterbug on the pavement. It was dried out, hollowed, emptied, like some kind of shell. Maybe, I thought, its body is a shell, maybe all bodies are shells. We hatch and die. Our spirit or something like that is the yoke: it lives the real life, the true life.
It wasn't comforting.”
― The Fuck-Up
Insidiously I had lost my grip, and now this was it. I thought all this without much emotion. I really didn't care anymore. I couldn't hang on anymore. I didn't have the guts to kill myself, but I didn't want it to continue. I walked a couple of blocks, empty, listless, and wished I could cry.
...The diabolic hope, the purposeful pulsing of blood, the flight into coherence allowed for some rationalizing an afterlife. A new theology was evolving, one that had a faith-in-death clause. It was evolved when I kicked a dead waterbug on the pavement. It was dried out, hollowed, emptied, like some kind of shell. Maybe, I thought, its body is a shell, maybe all bodies are shells. We hatch and die. Our spirit or something like that is the yoke: it lives the real life, the true life.
It wasn't comforting.”
― The Fuck-Up
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| Challenge: 50 Books: Alexander's 50+ Resolution. | 5 | 31 | Jan 10, 2010 04:59PM | |
| Challenge: 50 Books: Shibbie's 50 of 2011 | 11 | 87 | Nov 06, 2011 07:01AM | |
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