Denna veckas smakbit kommer från The Rocks av Peter Nichols som jag fått genom The English Bookshops Bookclub. Handlingen utspelar sig på Mallorca och kretsar kring ett hotell som kallas The Rocks. Det handlar om två familjer under tre generationer och osämjan mellan dem. Historien börjar berättas 2005 och sedan hoppar den tillbaka 10-15 år i tiden med jämna mellanrum.
Smakbiten kommer från s6-7
Gerald grabbed her arm again, this time – his instinct sure – to steady her, and Lulu clutched at his shirt, but they both leaned well past recovery and began to fall. As they fell, the sight of Gerald’s face so close to hers, spittle gathered in the corners of his thin rubbery lips, was so repugnant to Lulu that she wipped her head sharply aside with disgust. When they landed, her right temple hit a jagged spur of rock.
Gerald’s knees smashed into sharp, serrated limestone. He screamed – a brief empty wheeze – and writhed, pushing with his torso, his excruciating hips.
They rolled together, not towards one of the flat spots where guests spread towels. They tumbled off a ledgeinto the sea.
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