What a feast! Quotes and snippets from the essays:
Creative nonfiction is "what we call the literature of reality..." (Lee Gutkind)
No laws govern the scope of good taste and personal integrity. (Gutkind)
Lauren Slater, speaking as a psychotherapist: "... I'm supposedly in a profession that values honesty and self-revelation."
Loneliness is an old story which belongs to all of us. (Meredith Hall)
John McPhee quoting an elderly woman's description of a teacher in her diary: "... a square prunes-and-prisms lady with a mouth like a buttonhole."
McPhee, on looking for a certain book in an open-stacks library: "The book you knew about has led you to others you did not know about. To the ceiling the shelves are loaded with books about Nevada [his subject of research at the time]. You pull them down, one at at time, and sit on the floor and look them over until you are sitting on a pile five feet high ..." (and have several more high piles hemming you in ... Bliss!)
McPhee: "It has been alleged [by his mother] that when I was in college she heard that I had stayed up all night playing poker and [she] wrote me a letter that used the word 'shame' forty-two times. I do not recall this."
Charles Simic, describing one of his uncles at a family dinner: "My Uncle Boris would make Mother Teresa reach for a baseball bat." On his brother and father, also at the dinner, who tell Charles (the family rationalist) that his attempts at logical argument don't measure up: "... my brother interrupts to tell me that I'm full of shit. His philosophy is: The more reasonable it sounds, the less likely it is that it's true. My father, on the other hand, always takes the Olympian view. 'None of you know what the fuck you're talking about,' he informs us, and resumes slurping his soup."
Richard Rodriguez, on the air in L.A.: "... on many days, the air turns fuscous from the scent glands of planes and from Lexus musk."
"A trapper tells me, 'Fur is organic. It doesn't ruin one thing in the woods to use it.' Except the animal itself, of course." (Sherry Simpson)
Judyth Har-Even, on her Orthodox Jewish divorce: "Whereas God was present in my wedding ceremony, He is absent from the divorce proceedings. His name is neither mentioned nor invoked. I imagine Him off in a corner, sulking, and for good reason. What, after all, has God been doing every day since the creation of the world? According to the Babylonian Talmud, He has been running a dating service, matchmaking, a task more difficult, the sages claim, than splitting the waters during the Exodus."
Leslie Rubinkowski describes her teenaged self as having "a head full of adolescent disco misery ..."
Rubinowski, on her beloved grandfather: "In his mind he was the guy who rescued naked women in the woods, resourceful and dashing even without teeth, a coal-patch Cary Grant."
Floyd Skloot's essay, "Gray Area: Thinking with a Damaged Brain", is a smart, compassionate gem for anyone who's experienced an injury or illness of the brain. His first line is, "I used to be able to think." What a paradox! -- or so it seems. The rest of piece tells in intricate detail of what "I used to be able think" means to the author. Even so, he's a world-class author of essays, fiction, and poetry. I salute him.
Other essayists include Annie Dillard, John Edgar Wideman, Philip Lopate, Francine Prose and Terry Tempest Williams ... and there are two more books in the series! :-)