The Dissident: A Novel

The Dissident: A Novel

Nell Freudenberger

Language: English

Pages: 448

ISBN: 0060758716

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

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Otto Preminger: The Man Who Would Be King

China's Great Leap: The Beijing Games and Olympian Human Rights Challenges

China's War Reporters: The Legacy of Resistance against Japan

The Rape of Nanking: The Forgotten Holocaust Of World War II




















horror, the kind of look one might bestow on the town dwarf. “Miss Feyth!” She was smaller even than he’d expected, and prettier. Her appeal on the screen was a sweet, girl-next-door sort of ordinariness, but it struck him now that she was distinctive, almost odd-looking. Her cheekbones were unusually high, for one thing, Her hair was the variegated shade of blond you saw so often in Los Angeles, the product of years of expensive experimentation, but her eyes were a deep, unfaded cobalt, like

for us…” For us. The collective pronoun startled me, and I looked up, as if there were someone else in the room I had missed until now. “For everyone, I mean. Not just East Village artists, but all young Chinese artists. You’ll be part of a whole international movement.” There was a new glibness in Meiling’s voice; this kind of rhetoric was uncharacteristic of her. She’d always been suspicious of groups, even of our East Village, and I knew she didn’t believe in the idea of artistic

urged me… 51 Two months and three days after he arrived in Los… 52 When he arrived at the orange bungalow, the house was… 53 The weeks leading up to my show passed quickly, each… 54 Cece had informed the principal about my show, and Ms. McCoy… 55 I waited until there were only a few weeks before… 56 When I arrived at the gallery on the morning of… 57 When I arrived, the gallery was already full of people. 58 In the fall of 1987 a train traveled north from… 59 Joan had spent most

Phil glanced at Gordon, but his brother’s head was in the refrigerator, and he did not appear to hear her. “Bye,” Phil said. But Olivia was herding the other kids out of the kitchen without so much as a glance at him. Nor did his nephew, whom he’d rescued twice over—from his mother’s grounding and his father’s strictures regarding morning alcohol consumption—even turn around. It was clear, no matter how loyal he was, that from now on he would be playing on the grown ups’ team. The thought was

kind of weird—” Catherine smiled and tossed her hair. “But deep,” Emily finished. “Very deep.” Holly looked relieved. As our semester progressed, I would learn that Emily was the final arbiter of all disputes, the judge of who was acting “psycho” or “paranoid,” and what was at that moment “sympa,” “adorable,” or “super.” Along with Emily and Olivia, several of the girls had just returned from St. Anselm’s Summer Abroad program in France. France was truly super that year. “Should two of you

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