Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Spadina streetcar, annoyed by a loose strand of hair.

Caucasian woman, late 40s, with red hair, wearing a green t-shirt gemmed in dragonfly.

The Red Tent, Anita Diamant (Picador)

Page 44:

They wrapped her in a shroud of unbleached wool lined with sweet-smelling herbs and buried her amid the roots of the big tree where women often gathered to watch the moon rise.
She sits in front of the television, empty glass balanced on her thigh, remote limp in her hand, index finger jockeying between pause, rewind and play. The frame shudders red and orange Kodachrome, her belly massive under a 70's muumuu. Her hair is neat, tucked behind her ears, a lone curl following the line of her cheekbone. Upstairs, the neighbour's cat jumps off the table. She starts, fumbling the buttons, watching the last moments with her child speed by in an instant.


Wisewebwoman said...

Now Julie, there's a book I could not could not get through even tho several recommended. Too biblical for my taste (Invisible Male Cloud God thing).
Re your previous question, I have tampered with and workshopped a few of the other stories. But not that particular one, tho it was suggested I drop the last paragraph which was in the submission.
You say so much in your paragraph of writing.
Drink, movie/slide watching, dead child?

Julie Wilson said...

"Invisible Male Cloud God thing". ;)

Best of luck with your submission. Very exciting!

And, yes, this is a layered entry. Funny how the writer has the whole picture in mind. There's so little craft here, more omission...

Still east?