It’s been a quiet week for MARMers, with the rush of Week One behind us and the seemingly possibility-soaked remaining weeks in November awaiting, although Andrew has posted about Cat’s Eye (1988). He also included two early MARM links at the end, so you can also read about Bill’s
In which I read two more books with #NovNov in mind, hosted by Rebecca and Cathy: one gentle epistolary immersion into an artist’s rediscovery of light, and the other a back-and-forth contemplation of past-and-present through eighteen short chapters about a surprisingly-Clark-Blais-ish writer. Dorothy Livesay (1909-1996) began writing The Husband
“Surfacing changed a lot. Bodily Harm was a pretty fast write. Handmaid’s Tale was a fast write. Lady Oracle took me a long time because there are so many people and it’s complex. I think Surfacing changed the most from beginning to end.” “Freeforall” leaves me craving an in-a-nutshell
“It’s November; it’s almost bedtime”—in autumn 1919, when older Iris remembers reading her ABCs as a child, and determines that she’s never been the kind of person who could drive off a bridge. Neither she nor her mother was that sort, but her father could have and, it seems
“I was big on grit,” she says in an interview* where she describes finding old pages of writing from her childhood and teenagehood. She wrote a novel about an ant, still unfinished. And there were musings on the Hungarian Revolution and despair. “I had an eye for lawn-litter and
