maybe love is a way of inventing one another
so good, especially this: "The point of a party is to try to freeze time in its tracks, so that it is only this room, and there is no forward motion, just the amber stasis of getting up to get drinks, and sitting down again, and telling jokes, and holding each other’s hands, and offering each other food over and over."
This brought me to tears. Reminds me of my mum's various stories, some of which sound too fantastical to be true. The inventing the memories idea also really resonates with me. Brilliant piece of writing. I look forward to the next release.
about to cry at the memory of somebody i never knew. thanks for sharing it.
My dad told the best stories too; it started when he tried reading me Alice in Wonderland at bedtime, and we both became excruciatingly bored simultaneously. So he began the great saga of his childhood (he was about 44 then): how he and Charley Miller accidentally burned down a garage in a science experiment, how a dirigible flew right over him and his brother Parker as they stood in a cranberry bog, how he and classmates built and released a small dirigible when he was at Holland Hall in Tulsa, how John Barrymore got them jobs as extras in 1930s Hollywood. The best stories, better than any I've ever read in 70 years of majoring in literature.