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Life in Gay Bars

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Serendipity
by Ian Cassidy
For a whole lot of reasons, my first time probably doesn’t
count. To begin with, I didn’t even make it inside, only
getting as far as a table on the beach-side balcony. Next, it
was more a restaurant than a bar and what disqualifies it
most of all from being a real virginity-taking experience is the
fact that I was with my dad and my little sister.
On that early Friday afternoon, the beach at La Jolla was
pre-weekend packed, and it seemed everyone had finished
work early that day. My sister, Daisy, and I were playing in
the surf, struggling with a boogie board Dad bought us soon
after we landed at San Diego International.
Dad was close by on the hot sand, looking out for the
notorious rip tide, but probably more worried by the
unexpected responsibility of loo...

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my review of Lincoln in the Bardo.

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Letter from a literary agent to George Saunders after receiving ‘Lincoln in the Bardo’ via the agency’s unsolicited manuscripts webpage for use by unpublished writers.

Dear Mr Saunders,

Thank you for giving us the opportunity to consider your work. I read submission with interest but I have to ask; did you send us the wrong attachment with your email, because we received a quantity of research clippings, some random jottings and several unconnected, incomplete excerpts from a stage play. The prose elements that you submitted do however show promise and we would be happy to take a further look at your work if send us a finished version...

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George Saunders Lincoln in the Bardo.

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George Saunders Update,
I went along to the Bham. launch of ‘Lincoln in the Bardo’, an interesting event, an ensemble cast of actors doing readings from what seems a very unusual book, different and quite difficult – it strikes me as a little in the mould of Jonathan Safran Foer – I like what he’s trying to do with language, structure, form etc. but I don’t like reading it. Still I’ll give his short stories a try.
And Saunders’ chat with Jon McGregor afterwards was very good, particularly the advice on dialogue – which was to make it realistic never have characters give perfect answers because in reality answers never completely match the question, there’s always a slight disconnect between what the questioner is trying to elicit and the information the other wants to give hi...

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An Unbelievable Conversation

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My own experience.

Heaven Help Us!
A true record of a conversation in a pub.

- The dirty P##i taxi driver tried to charge me double fare on New Years Day. I refused saying ‘it’s not your holiday.’-
- Why isn’t it? New Years Day isn’t a religious holiday, it’s a statutory bank holiday for all. -
- It’s not theirs, they have their own. -
- Everyone gets the statutory bank holidays. -
- But they have their own as well, ones we don’t get. We don’t get Diwali. -
- We can if we want, we can celebrate anything. -
- Yes but they get paid we don’t. -
- What are you talking about? -
- They have the day off and get paid, we wouldn’t get paid. -
- No they don’t, you’re only entitled to holiday pay for the statutory bank holidays. -
- They get paid...

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more homework

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Secret.

Matron was so nice to you at breakfast this morning, she even tidied up your cereal things, has something happened?
She didn’t answer.
Em; is everything alright?
It’s my Mom’s funeral today.
Oh God, I didn’t know, you never said anything. When’s your Dad coming to get you?
He’s not, Daddy doesn’t want me to go or James.
Well James is still just a baby but you’re not. I think you should be allowed to go, you’re nearly nine and if it was my Mum I’d want to be there.
No Daddy’s right and anyway he said Mommy wouldn’t want us there, she wouldn’t want us moping around in a churchyard, spending time with flowers and tidying graves. He said she’d want us to remember her in different ways.
Before we began lessons that day Miss Kerr sent Emma on an errand to the ...

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exercises on description and tone

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Homework Tone and description.
1/ Her stride was definite, the clipped sound of her heels striking the hard brick path echoed through the park. A man sitting at a bench, looked up from his newspaper, folded it and stared at her as she strode past. She stared back, met his eye.
What’s his problem? She thought.
The toe of her shoe caught the edge of one of the bricks, pushed higher than its neighbours by the uneven ground and she stumbled, almost fell, completed an awkward, noisy foot slapping slide, before she regained her balance.
“Ten out of ten for artistic impression.”
“Oh fuck off.”
She carried on walking, no time for confident, easy charm.

2/  Respite from the heat came with the late afternoon shadows and the woman hurried to beat the curfew, looking straight ahead, hardly...

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short story. (Homework from writing course)

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Oxford in the early 50s was too Brideshead for my liking, too clubby, too public school and so you would think that with my background it would have been just right for me, I’d fit right in and maybe therein lies the problem, I had no enthusiasm, it was all so samey.
By that time I got to Oxford, I’d been away for ever, every September had seen me go away from home with a trunk full of new clothing and an armful of sporting equipment. Going to Oxford was no different to going away to school, on the clothes front definitely, I hadn’t bothered with the sporting equipment and fortunately neither had my father even his glass half full attitude to my sporting achievement had been worn down. Besides with what would he equip me this time, could he buy me an oar but maybe I would need two...

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