Click. L. Smyth
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| Автор произведения | L. Smyth |
| Жанр | Современная зарубежная литература |
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| Издательство | Современная зарубежная литература |
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| isbn | 9780008314101 |
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L. SMYTH
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Lucinda Smyth 2019
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Lucinda Smyth asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
Extracts of the poem ‘Marina’ are reprinted by permission of Faber & Faber Ltd from The Ariel Poems by T.S. Eliot.
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Ebook Edition © March 2019 ISBN: 9780008314101
Version: 2019-03-12
For my grandparents – Mary, George, Nick and Bill; and for Great Uncle Bob
Table of Contents
May 2017
The first time I saw Marina was in October 2013. The last time I saw her was three months later.
It seems strange to put it like that. It still surprises me – despite having had years to think about it – how short that time frame is. Sometimes it is assumed that the oldest relationships are the most influential, and that those who know us for the longest periods are those who shape us most significantly. But often the opposite is true. It is the short, intense relationships which have the strongest impacts on us, and only those who flit in and out of our lives who have the power to make us profoundly different. The time spent with them is so brief that each moment in their company becomes effortlessly memorable. The feelings and smells and images that they evoke worm into our brains and we find ourselves returning to them compulsively – trying to pin them down, trying to understand their effects.
I still don’t understand what happened with Marina. I don’t understand the effect that our friendship had on either of us. The more I think about her, the more she eludes me.
But it would be wrong to say that I don’t remember anything about her. I remember everything extremely clearly, to the extent where I feel as though I know her well. I remember the way her eyes curled at the sides when she smiled; the way they narrowed with suspicion in seminars; the way she smoked with the cigarette balanced in the middle of her mouth. I remember the sound of her voice too: soft and low on the phone, deep and loud in large groups, slightly nasal with an upward inflection when she spoke to boys. My memory of her is so vivid that even hearing her name provokes a kind of frenzy in me. Without warning my mind fogs over, casts back, and it is like the last four years never happened. We are both eighteen again, stood outside the library, rolling our eyes at the other students.