Anne Enright Reads "Solstice"
The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker
The New Yorker
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🗓️ 7 March 2017
⏱️ 16 minutes
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This was the part of the journey that he loved best: the street lamps gave way to the idea of countryside, and there was a song on the radio as the road opened up ahead. The music made him feel like he could keep driving forever. It was a love song, or a sad song. It reminded him of a time in his life, some town he was in, he could not say where.
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| 0:00.0 | This is The Writer's Voice, New Fiction from The New Yorker. |
| 0:10.2 | I'm Deborah Treasman, fiction editor at The New Yorker. |
| 0:13.2 | On this episode of The Writer's Voice, we'll hear Anne Enright read her story Solstice |
| 0:17.7 | from the March 13th, 2017 issue of the magazine. |
| 0:21.7 | Anne Wright has published three short story collections and six novels, |
| 0:25.3 | including The Gathering, which won the Man Booker Prize in 2007, |
| 0:28.9 | and the Green Road, which came out in 2015. |
| 0:32.5 | That year, she was appointed Ireland's first fiction laureate. |
| 0:36.7 | Now here's Anne Enright. Salstice. It was the |
| 0:44.0 | years turning. These few hours like the blink of a great eye. Just enough light to check that the |
| 0:52.4 | world is still there before shutting back down. |
| 0:57.8 | Sometime in the mid-afternoon he had an impulse to go home or go somewhere |
| 1:01.9 | and when he lifted his head, of course, it was dark outside. |
| 1:06.8 | It just felt wrong. |
| 1:09.3 | Two hours later he was in the multi-story looking for his car |
| 1:12.2 | and he couldn't find the thing. |
| 1:13.5 | It was like a lost dog. |
| 1:15.8 | He clicked the key fob over and over, |
| 1:17.7 | but there were no answering lights flashing orange on level two |
| 1:21.0 | where he usually parked or on level three. |
| 1:24.7 | He went up the little stairs to level four, |
| 1:26.9 | then along the tiny path on the side of the ramp |
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