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Jeffrey Eugenides. The Jeffrey Eugenides Three-Book Collection: The Virgin Suicides, Middlesex, The Marriage Plot
THREE-BOOK EDITION: THE VIRGIN SUICIDES. MIDDLESEX. THE MARRIAGE PLOT. Jeffrey Eugenides
Dedication
Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Dedication
Contents
Book One
The Silver Spoon
Matchmaking
An Immodest Proposal
The Silk Road
Book Two
Henry Ford’s English-Language Melting Pot
Minotaurs
Marriage on Ice
Tricknology
Clarinet Serenade
News of the World
Ex Ovo Omnia
Book Three
Home Movies
Opa!
Middlesex
The Mediterranean Diet
The Wolverette
Waxing Lyrical
The Obscure Object
Tiresias in Love
Flesh and Blood
The Gun on the Wall
Book Four
The Oracular Vulva
Looking Myself Up in Webster’s
Go West, Young Man
Gender Dysphoria in San Francisco
Hermaphroditus
Air-Ride
The Last Stop
The Marriage Plot. Jeffrey Eugenides
Dedication
Contents
A Note on the Author
Copyright
About the Publisher
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She came back still wearing the wedding dress. Mrs. Patz, whose sister was a nurse at Bon Secours, said that Cecilia had refused to put on a hospital gown, demanding that her wedding dress be brought to her, and Dr. Hornicker, the staff psychiatrist, thought it best to humor her. She returned home during a thunderstorm. We were in Joe Larson’s house, right across the street, when the first clap of thunder hit. Downstairs Joe’s mother shouted to close all the windows, and we ran to ours. Outside a deep vacuum stilled the air. A gust of wind stirred a paper bag, which lifted, rolling, into the lower branches of the trees. Then the vacuum broke with the downpour, the sky grew black, and the Lisbons’ station wagon tried to sneak by in the darkness.
We called Joe’s mother to come see. In a few seconds we heard her quick feet on the carpeted stairs and she joined us by the window. It was Tuesday and she smelled of furniture polish. Together we watched Mrs. Lisbon push open her car door with one foot, then climb out, holding her purse over her head to keep dry. Crouching and frowning, she opened the rear door. Rain fell. Mrs. Lisbon’s hair fell into her face. At last Cecilia’s small head came into view, hazy in the rain, swimming up with odd thrusting movements because of the double slings that impeded her arms. It took her a while to get up enough steam to roll to her feet. When she finally tumbled out she lifted both slings like canvas wings and Mrs. Lisbon took hold of her left elbow and led her into the house. By that time the rain had found total release and we couldn’t see across the street.
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