"She talked about the duty of shop owners in seaside towns to stay open late for tourists out walking after dinner. A few quite-American families with young kids, in workout clothes and showing by the glow of their skin that they had money and lived lives of enthusiastic consumption, came in, did a minute tour of the shop, then fled from its atmosphere of dust and faded red and silver and doilies, repulsed by the trinkety decay and eager to be out in the sea air again and probably to eat ice cream. One of these glowing families walked up the ramp with their bright hedge of a golden retriever, at the sight of which Aud’s voice turned harsh: “No! No—dogs!” she shouted, bringing her hand down like an official signaling to the executioner, kick the stools!—and all the bodies fall, the ropes catch, they’re swinging in the aftermath." excerpt fr. North America
6.5" x 8.5" staple bound chapbook. Printed in a limited hand-numbered edition of 75.