By Jeanette Winterson
ISBN-10: 0802135161
ISBN-13: 9780802135162
Winner of the Whitbread Prize for most sensible first fiction, Oranges aren't the one Fruit is a coming-out novel from Winterson, the acclaimed writer of the fervour and Sexing the Cherry. The narrator, Jeanette, cuts her enamel at the wisdom that she is one among God’s opt for, yet as this budding evangelical comes of age, and is derived to phrases together with her choice for her personal intercourse, the atypical stability of her God-fearing family crumbles.
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Heathen arts,' snapped back the chief advisor. ' And the man was bound, and taken away. `But she has no blemish,' shouted out another. ' `Proof from her own lips,' screamed the chief advisor. Then the woman took a step forward and stood before the prince who began to tremble uncontrollably. `What you want does not exist,' she said. `Proof from her own lips,' screamed the chief advisor again. The woman took no notice, but continued to address the prince, who had turned deathly pale. ' The prince fainted.
The school wants two tennis racquets in their colours, as a tribute. ' said my mother. `It'll pay for my bathroom that's what. ' I asked if I could help, and she said I could, so we went down to the greenhouse together. ' She gave me a pair of gloves with no fingers. ' Her own hands were red, and speckled with mimosa dust. ' she asked me, by way of conversation. `Oh something very grand I think. ' `Well, we'll see,' said the woman. The woman and I got on very well. Years later, when I was needing a Saturday job, she helped me out.
I don't know,' I replied. ' `I don't,' I protested. ' `That's not the point. ' It was true. I couldn't deny it. I had told all the others about the horrors of the demon and the fate of the damned. I had illustrated it by almost strangling Susan Hunt, but that was an accident, and I gave her all my cough sweets afterwards. ' Mrs Vole and Miss shook their heads. `You'd better go,' said Mrs Vole. ' * I was very depressed. What was all the fuss about? Better to hear about Hell now that burn in it later.
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