These two are what I am going to be reading. I’m almost afraid to enter the world that the writer has created in a way? I see it as so close to a reality we are living out right now…
When I was a teenager my favorite style of entertainment was this sort of book — or film.
The films “Silent Running” and “Soylent Green” come to mind — and the books “1984” and “Brave New World.”
Anyway, Atwood has been a favorite since “Handmaid’s Tale.”
I spent the morning researching other writers in my genre and looking at houses on this historic register place. Look at this fab one in Maine!
I love old white-washed Victorians…
Anyway, it was interesting to see how many houses are in the middle of the country. These are the kind of houses that I dreamed of as a child — they always reminded me of writer’s houses. For some reason…
One of the reasons I like this architectural style is because it dates from the late 1880’s to the early 1900’s here. It just represents solidity or Americana on some level to me. Mostly I have traveled up and down the west coast but never seen the middle of the country or the east and I’d really like to one day. There are Victorians out here as well all over — and in the other western states. The fanciest ones date from the era of the Gold Rush.
Anyway, this was a lede story in the LAT today. This woman was alive when these houses were being built, and this is a very sad and true story.
I feel very frightened for what our state and my country is going through. I really do.
I always think about the years from 1900 to now, and what things look like and how they have changed.
I read a bunch of reviews of Atwood’s new book and one thing I very much admire about her is bravery on the page — and to enter the world of these particular themes. She is a fearless writer? She is. I feel that way about Kate Braverman too.
This was my fav article on Atwood, off TreeHugger — on the themes in this book.
As a child I was always reading that ‘Little House on the Prairie” series — I’m thinking of all the books I have read over the years and it is just astounding in a way. When you think about the writers you read who helped shape your own voice — a voice you don’t even recognize until you get read…
Kind of funny that way. I just feel really, really scared right now and I don’t want to. I look at the news and it is so difficult to never see any human interest stories to balance out the whole rest of it. My plan was to insert that sort of thing (as a therapist) into my plots? But, I wonder if it would even work? It’s like the heart has gone out of the world and that scares me the most.
Just let me go live in 1900. Wherever that exists in this country right now. That is how I feel.
So, we went from a total freezing rainstorm to 85 degrees and sun.
In a day.
Climate change is real, my generation knows it, and now, the only question is where to go?
In the mean time, I could try and leave a fictional world of beauty and remembrance or love?
Maybe. Or even a survival story with the added twist my genre provides…
At least when you are in the fictional worlds you create you can escape for a bit — the harsh reality of what is actually going on…
Part of me feels like writing and the other part wants to escape into a book.
I can’t stop thinking of my mother, right now. I really can’t. I just miss her strength. Like you cannot believe.
Anyway, I think I’ll put that memoir on the back burner for a bit and read, and write in my old genre. I just feel like it because it was fun for me and right now I just want some FUN very badly, I swear.
I need some!