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Novels by Mary Marcus
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Unconditional Love and Henry
You see a lot about unconditional love and dogs and I don’t say that’s not a wonderful thing. But unconditional hate (and a lot of dogs have that) is something I value as well. My little Henry who can be absolutely angelically sweet when he wants to be, lying his silky little head against your leg, or wagging his tail ecstatically when you walk in the door, absolutely hates certain people and will never ever fake it like I will. He doesn’t have a hypocritical bone in his little body. If he hates you, he’s going to hate you vigorously, vociferously, and everlastingly, tail down, ears alert, long nose peering suspiciously, he’s going to jump up and down and bark like a crazy dog, he’s going to bark so long and so loud, the next door neighbor is going to call you and say, “shut the fucking window, your dog is driving us nuts!...Friends For Ever After
S is in the air: HBO is making a movie about her and Robert Durst (NYTimes). I had another nightmare last night about S who wasn’t really a friend, but someone who wanted to be friends and whose overtures I resisted; something that felt mildly bad, then horrendously bad, because S was murdered not long after I began ducking her phone calls. She was shot through the head at her house in LA at point blank range on a cold night in December. There was no sign of a forced entry. It was in the papers both New York and LA, and lots of articles were written. There was even a movie made in which S was a peripheral character. They made her witty and chatty and slightly glamorous. By the time I met her, she was still witty and chatty but her teeth were bad, and she needed a dye job. In my dream she was old and in tatters and when I looked at her she looked away. S was murdered just after my son left for college, but for the brief time when she was in our lives he was still living at home. He liked S and her lap dogs, but not even his approbation made me want to be friends with her. It wasn’t that she took the dogs with her everywhere, I love dogs. They were always shaking and she was always shaking. Maybe she knew she was in danger. Even the first time I met her on the terrace of this very grand house owned by a famous rock star, she was shaking....
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