Hello, Dedicated Readers of Stories are the Wildest Things.
I’m back. I’ve missed you. I’m here and working hard to bring you the content you expect from this blog.
I’ve been busy putting together two children’s books, getting the five-year-old off to kindergarten, putting on plays, working on films and pounding away at the MG and YA novels I’ve been trying to finish. I’ve also started a Paper.li web paper called Children’s Book News Daily. (<== Check it out by clicking the link.)
Please drop a line to say hello or leave a comment and let me know what you’ve been up to.
You’ll be hearing from me more often from now on.
I appreciate all of the emails, Periscopes, Twitter responses and Facebook posts.
Here’s a quick quote for the day:
Stories are truly the wildest things and sometimes we must retreat in order to tell them. Look for more content soon!
Yours in story-telling,
Carson McCullers The Ballad of the Sad Cafe (1951)
I found this faded Bantam Books paperback edition from 1971 for $.50. It was on a discount books cart outside the wonderfully indie Inquiring Minds Bookstore in New Paltz, NY (I’m a frequent buyer) and the pulp illustration on the cover grabbed my attention. I’m also a fan of Southern Gothic and knew that Ms. McCullers would be spinning quite a story inside the yellowing pages.
I sat down to read the novella at my small dining room table and finished about three hours later, haunted and changed for the better for having read it. I found myself breathing heavily and moving my arms and body along with the characters as I read the descriptions of action in the story. At the end of the story I closed the book and said, “Wow. That was a story.”
I found myself thinking about Miss Amelia, Marvin Macy and Cousin Lymon all day today. The loneliness and sorrow that permeate this story will follow you around like a stray dog on a back-country road begging for a scrap of meat just before it falls over dead from starvation. It’s that devastating.
You can get a copy of the film at this affiliate link (thank you!) at Amazon.com.
“Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation.
They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored.
We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea.
You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.”
– Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird