First Sentence: Galen waited under the fig tree for his mother.
Back of the book:
Dirt is the story of Galen, a 22-year-old misfit from Central Valley, California, and the few summer days over which his unconventional life is irrevocably changed. Set in a baked rural landscape, it is a vivid, intense and shocking portrait of alienation, lust, violence, and the bonds and burdens of family.
Quotes from the book:
[…]pushed his finger back hard into his throat, and let all the piggy grease and egg drool and pancake and syrup come out, purged himself, made himself clean again. If only there were some way he could throw up his family and not have them inside him anymore.
“The world in its immensity and such disappointing nothingness.”
You think you’re someone now, but it’s only because you can put your memories together. You put them together and you think that makes something. But take away the memories, or even scramble them out of order, and there’s nothing left.
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Last Sentence: A cataclysm of earth, centuries high, spilling down over her stomach and hips and legs and feet, and even after she was gone, he kept pushing, inhaled the good breath of dirt, felt it caked in his eyes and mouth, taste of time, of the accumulation of time and its release, and felt his hands like claws.
There are moments to be enjoyed here, but overall I preferred Caribou Island