
Rachel Kushner Reads Edna O’Brien
The New Yorker: Fiction
Long John Salmon, Ah God
O'toole asked mary to dance. He did a lot of fancy steps and capering, and now and then he let out a mad yippe. Brogen and missus rogers were dancing too. And cristel said that she'd dance if anyone asked her. She felt funny. Her head was swaying round and round. In the pit of her stomach there was a nice, ticklish feeling that made her want to lie back and stretch her legs. This time she cried, hicky, there is no joy in life. Doris and ethna sat on the other side of long john's salmon asking if they could go out to his place next year
00:00
Transcript
Play full episode
Remember Everything You Learn from Podcasts
Save insights instantly, chat with episodes, and build lasting knowledge - all powered by AI.