H-O-M-E. Where life is sweet, and the bathrooms are private, and the laundry’s in the back room.
I came home to find a copy of one of my most-anticipated reads of the year, Liz Hand‘s Generation Loss — sadly, it’s going to have to wait a couple of weeks, until my first packet of work is turned in. In the meantime, here’s the wondrous opening paragraph:
There’s always a moment where everything changes. A great photographer — someone like Diane Arbus, or me during that fraction of a second when I was great — she sees that moment coming, and presses the shutter release an instant before the change hits. If you don’t see it coming, if you blink or you’re drunk or just looking the other way — well, everything changes anyway, it’s not like things would have been different.
Hurrah for home again!
I just got it, too, and cannot wait!! I heard her read the beginning in Ft. Lauderdale last year and it blew me away.
JeffV
Did you see the doc — was it mycoplasma (she said, sounding like an episode of House)?
I can’t wait either. Have you read her Saffron and Brimstone book of stories?
She’s also really nice.
She said it very well could be mycoplasma, though she wasn’t sure (I had to see the PA, instead of the Dr) or just a bacterial thing in my lungs. Treatment is same and now I’m on antibiotics!
I thouroughly enjoyed reading here! As a poet, I found it very interesting and informative; I’ll be back to visit here…thank you!