I just finished The Virgin Suicides. I love this line. It reminds me of my childhood bedroom:
“It felt as though the house could keep disgorging debris forever, a tidal wave of unmatched slippers and dresses scarecrowed on hangers.”
Actually, this is not that different from my room today!
Imagery aside, Eugenidies gets credit for my first literary climax induced by olfactory foreplay. (Sorry Marcel Proust. You are on my list.) It's worth the read! Especially if you didn't grow up with sisters.
I found this press release about a study reporting that a complete loss of the sense of smell results in loss of quality of life. This is obvious, just watch the first thing people do when they wonder about the milk in the fridge. Besides the pleasantries a keen olfactory system brings, it saves us from a life wrought with sour stomach and food poisoning.
Most profound is the intense memory recall brought on by smell. One only has to walk into any elementary school and your mind is attacked by visions of screaming children all sweaty from recess, mini milk cartons, snicker doodles and nap time on your own blankie - the only safe haven allowed.
Smells like fabulous stuff! Thank you Jeffrey!
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