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Bellefleur Tenth Anniversary Ed Paperback - 1990

by Oates, Joyce

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  • Title Bellefleur Tenth Anniversary Ed
  • Author Oates, Joyce
  • Binding Paperback
  • Condition Used - Fine
  • Volumes 1
  • Language ENG
  • Publisher Plume Books
  • Date June 20, 1990
  • Bookseller's Inventory # R21588S
  • ISBN 9780525485674 / 0525485678
  • Weight 1.36 lbs (0.62 kg)
  • Dewey Decimal Code FIC

First line

It was many years ago in that dark, chaotic, unfathomable pool of time before Germaine's birth (nearly twelve months before her birth), on a night in late September stirred by innumerable frenzied winds, like spirits contending with one another-now plaintively, now angrily, now with a subtle cellolike delicacy capable of making the flesh rise on one's arms and neck-a night so sulfurous, so restless, so swollen with inarticulate longing that Leah and Gideon Bellefleur in their enormous bed quarreled once again, brought to tears because their love was too ravenous to be contained by their mere mortal bodies; and their groping, careless, anguished words were like strips of raw silk rubbed violently together (for each was convinced that the other did not, could not, be equal to his love-Leah doubted that any man was capable of a love so profound it could lie silent, like a forest pond; Gideon doubted that any woman was capable of