Roger, lounging on the patio I don’t remember the exact sequence of how things fell apart. I remember brushing up against my best friend in the servant’s stairwell that led from the kitchen to the second story of my parents’ home the night of the party. I was headed upstairs and she was on her … Continue reading I Remember Roger
Death in Texas
Portrait of Fred Wall, commissioned posthumously from a photograph A few months before my little brother’s funeral, I was raped by a stranger on the kitchen floor of my home. I had just cleaned the place because I was expecting a visit from my birth mother: every light switch, counter, doorknob was spic and span. … Continue reading Death in Texas
Born Blacked Out
I was born blacked out. My birth is described in court documents as “illegitimate,” and most of what I know about it comes from a file I got from a half-sister who was given up for adoption as an infant. Her adoption was closed and remained so even after my mother’s death. My younger brother … Continue reading Born Blacked Out
Translating the Untranslatable: Elfriede Jelinek in Translation
(Hearty congratulations to translator Aaron Sayne, whose translation of Elfriede Jelinek's "Ahörnchen und Behörnchen" appears as "Chip 'n Dale" in the most recent edition of the University of Iowa's journal of literary translation, Exchanges. In his translator's note, Aaron mentions my Emory lecture on translating Jelinek and cites this blog as his reference, but since … Continue reading Translating the Untranslatable: Elfriede Jelinek in Translation
The N-Word Lover: A Domestic Terror Tale from the “Before Times”
This is a piece from the “Before Times.” The “Before Times”: That’s my term for the “good old days” when Dubya’s reign as worst US president in history seemed secure. When people were comparing him to Hitler. When others, myself included, were saying Bush was worse than Hitler. When Dick “Darth Vader” Cheney held the … Continue reading The N-Word Lover: A Domestic Terror Tale from the “Before Times”
The Human Remains: I.am.Lilly.M.Ruh
Without some preliminary qualifiers, this story is likely to ruffle some feathers. Some autobiographical background: My birth name was Lillian Mae Friedberg, but my father's name was Richard Palmer Ruh, and he didn't give me his name until I was 12, about a year after I first met him at a place called Sunburst Youth … Continue reading The Human Remains: I.am.Lilly.M.Ruh
This Piece of Land
They tried to uproot us. They didn't know we were rhizomes. This Piece of Land …a hyperlinked piece of the mind in the act of finding what will suffice, with a nod to Voltaire in the best of all impossible worlds. When she first found it, Lily knew little about the land. She knew … Continue reading This Piece of Land
Uncomfortable Truths 