Seek Giacometti’s “The Palace at 4 a.m.” Go back two hours. See towers and curtain walls of matchsticks, marble, marbles, light, cloud at stasis. Walk in. The beggar queen is dreaming on her throne of words… You have arrived at the web home of Marly Youmans, maker of novels, poems, and stories, as well as the occasional fantasy. D. G. Myers: "A writer who has more resolutely stood her ground against the tide of literary fashion would be difficult to name."
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Tuesday, March 27, 2012
G's and Jeremy L. C. Jones
I'm not telling my youngest, who used to be powerfully afraid of "G's," as he called them. G's. It was dangerous even to say the word...
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Pub date for A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage arrives in four little days! Kindly spread the word, O great Word of Mouth...
4 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
Oh, Marly, this is a beautiful piece, had me nodding with agreement many times, and feeling wistful for such a place of history and story, the feeling of family roots and rootedness in place. How wonderful for you to live in such a place.
ReplyDeleteYes, it isn't "my" place, but I appreciate it--I wanted to buy my maternal family home a few years back, but it is (though quite beautiful) absolutely nowhere! Cooperstown also has a very bookish tradition, starting with James Fenimore Cooper.
ReplyDeleteI'm surprised no Gs have turned up (in the G-spot, perhaps?) to read your stories and poems, looking over your shoulder. Maybe you have tamed them.
ReplyDeleteHah. Perhaps they do look over my shoulder...
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