1973 — The rubble waits him, sloping up to broken rear walls in a clogging, an openwork of laths pointlessly chevroning-flooring, furniture, glass, chunks of plaster, long tatters of wallpaper, split and shattered joists ... — Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
2003 — I don’t know what time it was when, over the drone of the rusted fan and the clattering metal laths in the cabin, the raucous shouts of a crowd woke me. — Gabriel García Márquez, Living to Tell the Tale, Chapter 1, 2002. Translated from Spanish by Edith Grossman.
