Friday, June 30, 2006

Good god! When my pals Michael and Glenn told me I had a cover story
in the August double issue of Writer's Digest, I had no idea they
meant I would go to the newsstand and see, like, my big dumb head
staring back at me. The picture: over a year old, I think. And my hair is
overgrown to what Corvette @ Mudhoney would call "blanket" levels. (I like
to tell him it's more like a shawl than a blanket. Or a cape, maybe, if we're
gonna get picky.) Anyhow, I think I may be the first person in the history of
W.D. covers to appear wearing glow-in-the-dark rosary beads.

The story's fairly breathtaking. (I'm not in it much, which might account
for its level of brilliance.) Kathryn Harrison, The Kiss, The Mother Knot,
one of memoir's founding foremommas, talks a lot about turning trauma into art:
"One of the solaces that art can offer you is the chance to make something out of
what's hurt you. You can objectify an experience, put it on paper, craft and shape it.
There's perhaps an illusory control over it. But it is significant." Indeed.

Anyway, hysterical. Last I heard, my dad's bought five copies.

posted by Koren at 4:24 PM