This line - "I wonder D.—as in, I worry him. His presence pervades this writing and, I now see, all the preceding chapters here. You don’t need to say it. I will: She’s not moved on."
Beautiful, Mary. This feels like a a thickening, not of the plot exactly, but more like that lovely beef stew you mention, seasoned with poetry, the wonderful book by Didion and that little sprinkle of Paris. Delicious.
Poetry sometimes says the unsayable and gives us the answer. You've illustrated this here so beautifully, Mary. And love manifests itself in so many different ways. I like how you write with regard to Joan Didion the "dailiness of her life." Even a daily routine, ours and others, the comfort and security with that, and when it's gone we realize how much we miss and loved it.
I "leaped" at the chance to read this next chapter of Mary's memoir. I always learn something about life, literature, and Mary. And like any compelling work, I'm always left wondering, what comes next? Mary's "cliffhangers" are always elegant.
D. is not in Paris, so …
This line - "I wonder D.—as in, I worry him. His presence pervades this writing and, I now see, all the preceding chapters here. You don’t need to say it. I will: She’s not moved on."
So kind of you to quote me. I didn't at first actually realize that I written it ...
Yes, I realised that! Your words, well put.
Beautiful, Mary. This feels like a a thickening, not of the plot exactly, but more like that lovely beef stew you mention, seasoned with poetry, the wonderful book by Didion and that little sprinkle of Paris. Delicious.
Beautifully put. This is how it feels to me, too.
Oh Eleanor, you encourage me so ...
Love all you say here and you keep me encouraged, too: no small gift that is!
I love how this installment comes to a close -- one of my favorite endings, right to the very end . . . (ellipsis mine).
Love that ...
Poetry sometimes says the unsayable and gives us the answer. You've illustrated this here so beautifully, Mary. And love manifests itself in so many different ways. I like how you write with regard to Joan Didion the "dailiness of her life." Even a daily routine, ours and others, the comfort and security with that, and when it's gone we realize how much we miss and loved it.
Ah, lovely comment: so specific. A fine close read that I so appreciate, Isabelle.
I "leaped" at the chance to read this next chapter of Mary's memoir. I always learn something about life, literature, and Mary. And like any compelling work, I'm always left wondering, what comes next? Mary's "cliffhangers" are always elegant.
Yes, I think the cliffhangers are the best! <3
Love that. Thank you ... 💕
Generous and eloquent comment, David. My thanks.