Tag: memoir
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Memoir: A lineage of male violence (1976-77)
I wake profoundly shaken by this dream, cast down by its revelation, stumbling into the sudden nightmare of day dawning, and I, a virtual parricide.
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Memoir: Where babies come from (1968)
Even dogs, the noblest of creatures in my mind, were stained with the same mammalian taint of bestial inter-penetration. Oh, it was hard for a while to look at dogs, even my beloved Carin Terrier Marilyn, with respect.
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Memoir: Before I met you (pre 2012)
Before I met you, I didn’t know a dosa from a donut or a puja from a post office. Now I enjoy, admire, and even enact your Brahmin heritage with you, a privilege I never imagined possessing. Before I met you, I had grown accustomed and comfortable in my four walls. I’d sit indoors attenuated,…
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Memoir/book review: Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
Emerson’s idealism encounters Camus’ reckoning with the absurdity of human suffering.
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Memoir: Rôle-modeling (1986-94)
Being a rôle model came with my first class of students, a whole new identity outside the classroom that I’d need to embody in order to keep my job in Reagan’s America. The drug tests I had to pass and the expectation of impeccable behavior and bottomless sacrifice were implicit but persistent warnings in my…
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Memoir: My father the war veteran (1970)
Sarah and I exchange a nervous smile. This is so strange! Where is this going?
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Memoir: Ofrenda para mis padres
On the bottom tier are candles: one at true north, whence comes the cold, one to the south, whence nourishing warmth, one to the east, where the sun rises, and a final to the west, where each day’s light goes to die. The candles orient souls on their long voyage back from the spiritual realm,…
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Memoir: from Captain Fantastic (1974) to Quadrophenia (1980)
The music hadn’t changed a bit. But I had.
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Memoir: A skill I’m grateful for
At ten-years old I felt confused by life and my place in it. My sad mood set me apart from my peers, and one day I found myself singing my alienation in a way that soothed me. It went, No one told me why, Sweet Jesus, no one told me why./No one told me why…
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Memoir: football fantasies (1968-72)
As you get older, you’ll see how fantasies change with the situation, but your football dreams reanimated in me yesterday…
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