We still have almost the same view of things and it makes not so difficult to understand and analyse the problems revealed in the story. We see quite an ordinary atmosphere when people get together for a friendly chat and a glass of wine or something stronger, than just wine.
Sunlight filled the kitchen from the big windows behind the sink. There were Mel and me and his second wife, Teresa—Terri, we called her—and my wife, Laura.
We lived in Albuquerque then.
But we were all from somewhere else. There was an ice bucket on the table. The gin and the tonic water kept going around, and we somehow got on the subject of love.
Mel thought real love was nothing less than spiritual love. He said he still looked back on those years in the seminary as the most important years in his life.
She was a bone-thin woman with a pretty face, dark eyes, and brown hair that hung down her back. She liked necklaces made of turquoise, and long pendant earrings.
He held his glass and turned to Laura and me. He finished his drink and went for the gin bottle. He grinned at her. I know what I know. She raised her glass and drank from it. I heard his name mentioned in passing. She gave me a quick smile.
It was warm, the nails polished, perfectly manicured. She clasped her arms with her hands. They saved his life. But his gums went crazy from it. I mean they pulled away his teeth.
After that, his teeth stood out like fangs. She waited a minute, then let go of her arms and picked up her glass. I took a section, squeezed it over my drink, and stirred the ice cubes with my fingers. But he bungles that too.
Terri shook her head. He was tall and rangy with curly soft hair. His face and arms were brown from the tennis he played.
When he was sober, his gestures, all his movements, were precise, very careful. But he loved me. Laura leaned forward with her glass. She put her elbows on the table and her glass with both hands.
She glanced from Mel to Terri and waited with a look of bewilderment on her face, as if amazed such things happened to people you were friendly with.Feb 01, · During this prolific period he wrote three collections of stories, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, Cathedral and Elephant.
Fires, a collection of essays, poems and stories, appeared in , followed by three further collections of poetry/5(K).
“What We Talk about When We Talk about Love” Raymond Carver American short story writer, poet, and essayist.
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If I had a teacher in high school who assigned Raymond Carver, I would've gone bananas for What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, a collection of seventeen stories published in literary journals in the '70s or early '80s/5.
33 quotes from What We Talk About When We Talk About Love: ‘There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. ― Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. tags: break-up, divorce but then the surviving party would go out and love again, have someone else soon enough.
All this, all of this. What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by: Raymond Carver "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" is a collection of short stories by Raymond Carver that was first published in