Rabbit Redux
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First editionFirst publication
1971
Literature form
Novel
Genre
Literary
Writing language
English
Author's country
United States
Length
Approx. 131,000 words
Notable lines
Men emerge pale from the little printing plant at four sharp, ghosts for an instant, blinking, until the outdoor light overcomes the look of constant indoor light clinging to them. In winter.
— First lines
There was a beauty here, refined from country pastures, a game of solitariness, of waiting, waiting for the pitcher to complete his gaze toward first base and throw his lightning, a game whose very taste, of spit and dust and grass and sweat and leather and sun, was America.
"Inch by inch."
"Yeah, go on."
"Life is a cinch. Yard by yard. Life is hard."
Time is our element, not a mistaken invader. How stupid, it has taken him thirty-six years to begin to believe that.
He lets her breasts go, lets them float away, radiant debris. The space they are in, the motel room long and secret as a burrow, becomes all interior space. He slides down an inch on the cool sheet and fits his microcosmic self limp into the curved crevice between the polleny offered nestling orbs of her ass; he would stiffen but his hand having let her breasts go comes upon the familiar dip of her waist, ribs to hip bone, where no bones are, soft as flight, fat's inward curve, slack, his babies from her belly. He finds this inward curve and slips along it, sleeps. He. She. Sleeps. O.K.?
— Last lines
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