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The sound of a wild snail eating
Bailey, Elisabeth Tova
Adult Nonfiction SF459.S48 B35 2010
From Library Journal:
Wait, did you say a wild snail? As opposed to domestic? Well, I'm intrigued. In this memoir, the author is struck down by a mysterious illness that leaves her bedridden. She comes to describe her own body as "a bizarre and bewildering place," a phrase that describes my morning routine. When a visiting pal brings her a snail-actually hands it to her-she's baffled. A snail? WTF? She puts it in a nearby violet and scarcely notices it for the next few days until she finds "a mysterious square hole just below the return address" in an envelope propped against the plant. Poet Bailey chooses her words with care and writes "quietly," noticing for example "[t]he tiny, intimate sound of the snail's eating," the "distinct feeling of companionship and shared space" or "the comforting sound of the snail's miniscule munching." What did humble little Mr. Snail do? Not much (he's a snail), but he became the perfect pet, perfectly fitting into a world reduced to a bed and a room. Described as graceful, ponderous, adventurous, fearless, tireless (but not named, oddly), he "reminded [her] that [she] wasn't alone."-Douglas Lord, "Books for Dudes," BookSmack! 7/1/10 (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Bailey, Elisabeth Tova
Adult Nonfiction SF459.S48 B35 2010
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From Library Journal:
Wait, did you say a wild snail? As opposed to domestic? Well, I'm intrigued. In this memoir, the author is struck down by a mysterious illness that leaves her bedridden. She comes to describe her own body as "a bizarre and bewildering place," a phrase that describes my morning routine. When a visiting pal brings her a snail-actually hands it to her-she's baffled. A snail? WTF? She puts it in a nearby violet and scarcely notices it for the next few days until she finds "a mysterious square hole just below the return address" in an envelope propped against the plant. Poet Bailey chooses her words with care and writes "quietly," noticing for example "[t]he tiny, intimate sound of the snail's eating," the "distinct feeling of companionship and shared space" or "the comforting sound of the snail's miniscule munching." What did humble little Mr. Snail do? Not much (he's a snail), but he became the perfect pet, perfectly fitting into a world reduced to a bed and a room. Described as graceful, ponderous, adventurous, fearless, tireless (but not named, oddly), he "reminded [her] that [she] wasn't alone."-Douglas Lord, "Books for Dudes," BookSmack! 7/1/10 (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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