It has been a little more than five years since poet Rachel Wetzsteon committed suicide at the age of 42 following the end of a three-year romance.
“Marta, something strange happened tonight. On the bank of the river I heard the owl call my name,” and it was a question he asked, an answer he sought.
“What’s he got that I haven’t got?” the headline blared above the picture, and below, the lothario’s secret: “The Power to Hypnotize Women!”
The strength of this piece is its message of Darwin in the Wild. We often hear that our stories shouldn’t boast of their messages. Nevertheless in good stories the messages are there.
Boston may no longer be the Hub of the Universe, but its Standard Metropolitan Statistical Area remains the undisputed capital of America in at least one respect—home of suicidal poetesses.
Of course Andrew Smith has met a girl. Of course I have met a father. I am a girl; Smith is a father. Does that mean either of us knows what makes each other tick?
There has probably never been a greater disjuncture between a poet and seven words he’d written. What was it that so disturbed Auden about the line after it had flowed from his pen to paper?
The author chose to create a detailed portrait, to use the little brushes and paint the small details. It works if the details are interesting, if the presentation is well written.
Everyone has a unique path to publishing. The one unifying fact for all of us is that we all had to write a book.
The set-up: WWII is coming to a close. Navy captain “Pug” Henry’s marriage to Rhoda is at an end following infidelities and the turmoils of war. Yet one tiny window of opportunity remains open.