D. A. Hosek

Author: D. A. Hosek

  • Beautiful Sentences: Rabih Alameddine

    There are two kinds of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don’t. Rabih Alameddine, An Unnecessary Woman.

  • Beautiful Sentences: Hilary Mantel

    But she’s turned her face away and she’s crying. She’s not crying for him, because nobody, he thinks, will ever cry for him. God didn’t cut him out that way. She’s crying for her idea of what life should be like: Sunday after church, all the sisters, sisters-in-law, wives kissing and patting, swatting at each…

  • Beautiful Sentences: Rabih Alameddine

    My body is full of sentences and moments, my heart resplendent with lovely turns of phrases, but neither is able to be touched by another. Rabih Alameddine, An Unnecessary Woman.

  • The Washing of the Feet

    To be honest, the reason   went to St Vincent Ferrer for Holy Thursday mass was because it’s across the street from our favorite local burger place and I have a long-standing tradition of going out for a burger and strawberry shake after Holy Thursday mass as a way of celebrating the end of Lent. But…

  • Beautiful Sentences: Ford Madox Ford

    I console myself with thinking that this is a real story and that, after all, real stories are probably told best in the way a person telling a story would tell them. They will then seem more real. Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier.

  • Occasionally a song surprises

    A couple weeks ago at mass, there was a song new to me, “Take from my Heart,” by Karen Schneider Kirner and John T. Kyler. The credits indicate that the lyrics are adapted from the “Act of Resignation” by Catherine McAuley. It managed to be the perfect blend of lyric and melody to really touch…

  • Beautiful Sentences: Pete Dexter

    All the things she read in Raymond Chandler’s books about being hit, he’d never mentioned how heavy it felt. Pete Dexter, Paris Trout. 

  • Beautiful Sentences: Ford Madox Ford

    His face hitherto had, in the wonderful English fashion, expressed nothing whatever. Nothing. There was in it neither joy nor despair; neither hope nor fear; neither boredom nor satisfaction. He seemed to perceive no soul in that crowded room; he might have been walking in a jungle. I never came across such a perfect expression…

  • Beautiful Sentences: Ron Hansen

    I see no possible reasons for it. Is it so Mariette Baptiste will be praised and esteemed by the pious? Or is it so she shall be humiliated and jeered at by skeptics? Is it to honor religion or to humble science? And what are these horrible wounds, really? A trick of anatomy, a bleeding…