Christmas 2008 - Good Things
Tell myself that I write in a mix of hardboiled
but with a lotta slice-a-life descriptions a la A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Yes, it's a girl's book but it's also a book about NYC and the people in it. Some of the clearest pictures of my city are between those lines. One Xmas scene stays in my mind - in it, a tree butcher has a contest to give away the trees he can't sell: if you can catch a tree without falling, it's yours. When he prepares to throw his nicest tree, a small, poor girl and her little brother ask for the chance to catch it.It's a God-damned, rotten, lousy world
, he thinks when he sees them. I submit that this is true
. But I also submit that the good things, when we have them, mean that much more.
Wish I were a better writer to say what I wanna say sometimes. It's like the difference between seeing the Grand Canyon and seeing a postcard of the Grand Canyon. But lemme try anyway:
The good things pull you through the dark times. Heartgirl and a Friseur Frau
sent me Xmas cards and my brother sent me another postcard of the California sun
. They're all on my refrigerator door.
Guess sometimes, a postcard of the Grand Canyon's enough to get you through. It's the little things that pull y'through, yeah?
So, regardless of your religion, faith, or background, lemme give you a little wish in my really simple, ineloquent, Queens, NY manner; it's a post card of what I'd say if I were a better writer and not the Oprah-ish writer a friend thinks I am:( I wish you good things.Collapse )
PS - for those of you that asked, here's a pic of me with a beard, courtesy of Nadya R. Happy Christmas.
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