Read This Week’s Excerpt from Ready for the Dealer
In this week’s excerpt from Ready for the Dealer, Judith’s mother, Alice Francis, makes her way to a doctor’s office in Manhattan, where she complains of persistent arthritis in her knees and the various physical infirmities that have begun to trouble her with advancing age.
While waiting impatiently to see her physician, Alice occupies herself with medical journals and health periodicals, becoming increasingly irritated by the receptionist’s indifference and the interminable delay.
Meanwhile, Alice learns of the recent engagement of Hannah Illyich Williams, a woman from Boston’s North End who has been struggling with schizophrenia, paranoia, and recurring episodes of psychological distress. Despite the apparent happiness surrounding her engagement, Hannah’s emotional difficulties continue to complicate her personal life, as she receives medical advice from physicians practicing in New York.
Alice Francis had known that Serge had been staying at the Marigold for over a week. And that she often had spoken over the phone to Serge, after walking outside, and that she had often worn, a Brocade Jacket and where Alice Francis had been reading, many Health, and ailments journals, in doctor’s waiting rooms and had been complaining of having arthritis of the knees, in these journals had been reiterated the many signs, and symptoms such diseases had been the kind of infirmities, that seemed, as sicknesses go,
And for how so Paradoxically this one woman from Boston, North end, named Hannah Illyich Williams, who had seemed to, be dealing with , bouts of schizophrenia, paranoia, and, that she’d often had found that it been from calls she received, from that of her doctors who worked, In New York, and had an office there… who had often told her to get rest, drink plenty of water, and also, put a cold cloth over your head whenever you feel woozy.
And for wherein the female receptionists who worked in something of, so palatably had often spent their shifts typing, physician’s correspondence, in single cubicles. And for, where that something of many, psychological, extrapolations had, become, through ones for an kind of, Lugubrious and portal and threshold, to look out across the window, of a doctor suite, and, hearing the many hoots and jeers, by the blue collar promenaded men, wearing, peak lapel suits, and, often were, Channeling it toward to the woman, pedestrians, in fringe purlieus skirts emanating in and out of the doctor suites, seeing the miscellany of, psychologists, who’d charged by the hour, , making them paying top dollar to be seen by someone likes Freud and Carl Jung
And for wherein the female receptionists who worked in something of, so palatably had often spent their shifts typing, physician’s correspondence, in single cubicles. And for, where that something of many, psychological, extrapolations had, become, through ones for an kind of, Lugubrious and portal and threshold, to look out across the window, of a doctor suite, and, hearing the many hoots and jeers, by the blue collar promenaded men, wearing, peak lapel suits, and, often were, Channeling it toward to the woman, pedestrians, in fringe purlieus skirts emanating in and out of the doctor suites, seeing the miscellany of, psychologists, who’d charged by the hour, , making them paying top dollar to be seen by someone likes Freud and Carl Jung
, It been with the sound of traffic, and moving cars, that swirled down, fast the streets, by the doctor’s office, and that it been with, phones that rang, by many patients, in the roves who had, called the doctor, office, and where a receptionist most likely picked up the phone.
The day had come out through when the dealers all so, insolently that I had gone up to the Stoop to the tenement, and after coming side, inside, I could see, Valentines apartment, and after he been declared dead by, that the coroners whom had all, seemed, that it all had been, a poking with, by them, and how they had become so, very diluted and of propriety
And by the time the coroners left, and for where, there’d been such for the kind of, inscrutability, irking’s from a soiree, and, how It been, a one night, Lester Persky, had seemed all, flounced in, extravagance, when Andy Warhol had invited Edie Sedgwick to the Factory, and they’d met through such, influxes, and indurations at Tennessee Williams party, that through, the kind of, fidelity, and charismatic, adulations that, it been where one muse to AndyWarholEdie Sedgwick had been touted the, one It Girl, who, been something of, an, nymph in a bohemian crowd, at Harvard University and, that it been to where, to Andy Warhol, own renown, that he’d seemed as, though for what, copulations, in it, you seen, Edie,
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