This author continues to amaze me. I found another link with more of her stories,. But I enthusiastically recommend Breaking It Down

Mildred and The Oboe by Lydia Davis

Last night Mildred, my neighbor on the floor below, masturbated with an oboe. The oboe wheezed and squealed in her vagina. Mildred groaned. Later when I thought she was finished, she started screaming. I lay in bed with a book about India. I could feel her pleasure pass up through the floor boards into my room. Of course there might be another explanation for what I heard. Perhaps it was not the oboe, but the player of the oboe who was penetrating Mildred. or perhaps Mildred was striking her small nervous dog with something slim and musical.

Mildred who screams lives below me. Three young women from Connecticut live above me. Then there is a lady pianist with two daughters on the parlor floor and some lesbians in the basement. I am a sober person, a mother, and i like to go to bed early-but how can i lead a regular life in this building? it is a circus of vaginas leaping and prancing: thirteen vaginas and only one penis, my little son.


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I liked the part where she masturbated with the Oboe.

 

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This was my favorite part: "Of course there might be another explanation for what I heard. "


I wonder if it would be possible to write a critical review longer than the story?

 

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