A Prayer for Owen Meany: A Novel by John Irving

By John Irving


i'm doomed to recollect a boy with a wrecked voice—not due to his voice, or simply because he used to be the smallest individual I ever knew, or perhaps simply because he was once the software of my mother's demise, yet simply because he's the explanation i think in God; i'm a Christian as a result of Owen Meany.

in the summertime of 1953, eleven-year-old boys—best friends—are enjoying in a bit League 3-hitter in Gravesend, New Hampshire. one of many boys hits a bad ball that kills the opposite boy's mom. The boy who hits the ball doesn't think in injuries; Owen Meany believes he's God's software. What occurs to Owen after that 1953 foul ball is impressive.

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i'm doomed to recollect a boy with a wrecked voice—not due to his voice, or simply because he was once the smallest individual I ever knew, or maybe simply because he used to be the tool of my mother's demise, yet simply because he's the explanation i feel in God; i'm a Christian as a result of Owen Meany.

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I could see a pole dancer on a stage in back. She was on all fours and naked apart from a white cowboy hat. She was crawling around, picking up dollar bills. There was a big guy in a black T-shirt behind a register inside the door. His face was in deep shadow. The edge of a dim spotlight beam showed me he had a chest the size of an oil drum. The music was deafening and the crowd was packed shoulder-to-shoulder and wall-to-wall. I backed out and let the door swing shut. Stood still for a moment in the cold air and then walked away and crossed the street and headed for the motel office.

The door was locked. I stood with my back to it and pretended I was a hooker whose client had just died. I had pushed his weight off me and dressed fast and grabbed his briefcase and I was running away with it. What would I do? I wasn't interested in the briefcase itself. I wanted the cash in the wallet, and maybe the American Express card. So I would rifle through and grab the cash and the card and ditch the bag itself. But where would I do that? Inside the room would have been best. But I hadn't done it there, for some reason.

Yes. " I stepped over next to the bed and slipped my left hand under the dead guy's armpit and rolled him over. He was cold and a little stiff. Rigor was just setting in. I got him settled flat on his back and saw four things. First, his skin had a distinctive grey pallor. Second, shock and pain were frozen on his face. Third, he had grabbed his left arm with his right hand, up near the bicep. And fourth, he was wearing a condom. His blood pressure had collapsed long ago and his erection had disappeared and the condom was hanging off, mostly empty, like a translucent flap of pale skin.

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