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  Lizard (Paperback) By (author) Banana Yoshimoto, Edited by Donna Ng, Translated by Ann Sherif

  

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  Short Description for LizardThe author who beguiled readers with her international bestsellers Kitchen and N.P. returns with a collection of short stories graced by the same ethereally mesmerizing style that made her previous works so memorable. "A sure and lyrical writer . . . Banana Yoshimoto transforms the trite into the essential. This is her odd and charming art".--Cathleen Schine, The New Yorker.
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  • Publisher: Washington Square Press Inc.,N.Y.
  • Published: 01 March 1996
  • Format: Paperback 192 pages
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  • Categories: Contemporary Fiction | Short Stories
  • ISBN 13: 9780671532765 ISBN 10: 0671532766
  • Sales rank: 175,653

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Full description for Lizard

• I shall refer to her as Lizard here, but not because of the small lizard tattoo that I discovered on her inner thigh. The woman has round, black eyes that gaze at you with utter detachment, like the eyes of a reptile. Every bend and curve of her small body is cool to the touch, so cool that I want to scoop her up in my two hands. This may bring to mind the image of a man holding a bunny or a chick, but that's not what I mean. What I imagine is the strange, tickling sensation of sharp claws scampering around in my palms. And then, when I open up my hands to take a peek, a thin, red tongue lashes out. Reflected in those glassy eyes, I see my own lonely face, peering down, looking for something to love and cherish. That's what Lizard feels like to me...