Monthly Archives: February 2009
This evening, at the dinner table, I asked Gavin if he were cold, and he said, “No. I’m not.”
“Really?” I said. “I’m freezing. How aren’t you cold?”
“I have fur.”
“You have fun?”
“No,” he said. “Fur. I have fur.”
“Where?” I asked.
“On … Read more
I’m writing this current manuscript in first person, present tense (I walk). I’ve never written the majority of a novel in present tense before—although the hospital scenes in Red Audrey are in present tense—and for the scholars among you, there’s a dirty tense trick in … Read more
Did I get sought out because I was a masochist, and they could smell it on me? Or was I the one that sought them? And who do I mean by them?
Last spring, during a free-form discussion of her life and work, Dorothy Allison … Read more
When I was nineteen, I began to get it a little: my obsession with vulnerability, and how powerful vulnerability could be. And because I was living in Hawaii with no family, and no supervision, and had money and a fake I.D., I worked my newly … Read more
I’m not dainty. One of the most difficult aspects of early parenting for me was to eliminate my tendency toward casual and constant use of profanity. I’m pretty much reformed, except when I’m startled or injured. So, a couple of weeks ago, I smacked the … Read more
I’ve been reading Julia Child’s My Life in France. It would have been something to sit down at a table, and eat with her. Even an omelette. Actually, maybe especially an omelette.
When I was a kid, I’d hide under the bar in my … Read more
Ian McEwan’s book is seriously troubling. One of the most troubling things about it, of course, is that the ending is exactly what you expect, but totally different from where you thought you were headed. An entire book spun on the last page.
I figured … Read more
A week and a half ago I finished what seemed to be part one in the latest novel. So, I took a day to reflect, and critical editor guy came into the writer’s room and staged a coup. The writer leaned back in her chair, … Read more
I didn’t really get into theater until college. Once we read Pinter, I determined I’d be a playwright. At that point, I was reading plays, and watching the occasional performance. In Dublin, I attended the Pinter festival, and the experience became markedly different. Plays are … Read more
Amanda Palmer posted an interesting blog yesterday (http://blog.amandapalmer.net/post/75463717/on-abortion-rape-art-and-humor) about the fact that her single Oasis has been banned by every television and radio outlet in the United Kingdom, and the consistent stance from those outlets is that the song “makes light of abortion … Read more