Date: April 8, 1950
"Then, abruptly, familiarly, and, as usual, with no warning, he thought he felt his mind dislodge itself and teeter, like insecure luggage on an overhead rack."
preview | full record— Salinger, J.D. (1919-2010)
Date: 1984
"His brain was deep-fried. No, he decided, it had been thrown into hot fat and left there, and the fat had cooled, a thick dull grease congealing on wrinkled lobes, shot through with greenish-purple flashes of pain."
preview | full record— Gibson, William (b. 1948)
Date: 1984
"He still had his anger. That was like being rolled in some alley and waking to discover your wallet still in your pocket, untouched."
preview | full record— Gibson, William (b. 1948)
Date: 1994
"Because you are traveling right along with him as he forms his sentences, making each word he says appear as a little clump of letters on your screen, you begin to feel as if you are doing the thinking yourself; you occupy some dark space in the interior of his mind as he goes about his job."
preview | full record— Baker, Nicholson (b. 1957)
Date: 1997
"The Loaf, the indispensible point of convergence upon every British table, the solid British Quartern Loaf, is like the Soul, Emptiness."
preview | full record— Pynchon, Thomas (b. 1937)
Date: 1997
"Nor might any left behind on the ground see her again,-- would they?-- passing above in the Sky, the sleeves of her garment now catching light like wings...her mind no more than that of a Kite, the Wind blowing through..."
preview | full record— Pynchon, Thomas (b. 1937)