Afternoon of Fauns
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Recently, Tom tagged me for a meme that asks the tagee to expose five weird habits. Only five? Choices, choices...Hmmm.
Not wanting to overwhelm you with my weirdness (I'm a writer, don't forget. I spend my entire day alone drifting through worlds of my own making) I'm going to give you one at a time.
My first wired habit: I think to music. Whether I'm rehearsing a vituperative dialogue between two characters, thinking about the tropical island south of India that is sinking beneath the sea or just wondering exactly what a friend meant when they made that remark about my hair, I first find an appropriate CD, and start pacing. Then, I can think.
A couple of things I've been pacing and pondering recently:
Gabriel's Son by Damian McNicholl which gave me something to look forward to every night during the turbulent month of December. Like the best fiction, this novel is a spirited glimpse of a world at once distant and exactly the same as my own. Specifically, it's a story of growing up gay and Catholic in Northern Ireland. But the young protagonist, Gabriel Harkin, is so likeable and so very real, his story quickly transcends any such narrow descriptions. In the end, this is the story of growing up anywhere, wanting to be accepted for who you are, and above all, wanting to accept yourself.
In an entirely different vein, I've been thinking of The Joy of Letting Women Down, NatalieD'Arbeloff 's humorous, insightful (and like everything Natalie produces) utterly original look at the perennial power struggle between the sexes. Though small in size, it served as a great coffee table book at my house over the holidays. It seemed that no one who visited could resist picking it up and reading some choice passages aloud. It even sparked a few vigorous debates--always a plus after dinner when holiday languor sets in.
And finally, I've been thinking of everyone who stopped by or emailed kind messages or simply visited held my family in your thoughts as we endured our time of worry. I may have never seen your faces or heard the timbre of your voices, but I know you just the same. Your friendship is one of the greatest gifts I've received in 2005.