The Art of Reflection in Memoir

Name-checked by the inimitable Lisa Cooper Ellison on Jane Friedman's blog! 

Inspired

I did a masterclass with Tommy Orange at the Mechanics Institute today. Damn, I feel good. Ready to rock and roll. 

2017

We'd just come from the $5 buffet at the Gold Club. Aw yeah.

He's beautiful

 

Up early

I've lost so many people. Haven't we all? They are our true ghosts. 

On the Czech Republic

I try to fool myself into thinking that it’s for the opportunity to check out places I’ve never been before – Café Slavia, for example, near the National Theatre. It’s supposed to be legendary. I might as well check it off my list before I leave – and whether I want to admit it, that’s only a few months away. July, to be precise. It’s April now, with spring pushing blossoms through branches. The trees, bare when I first started taking the train in January, are now topped with green. They’re filling out. In a way, so am I; I realize I’m growing all the time here, that these months are keener and richer than most I’ve previously experienced. Richer, however, does not mean happier.

Politics did it

But it was much more than that. I think there was tension that built up and built up and built to the point of explosion. Not to mention that he had become very right-wing (though he'd deny it, so maybe I'm wrong, who knows) and was of the opinion that what's going on in the world would have no effect on either of us.

He was wrong.