Bee Lavender's Blog - Posts Tagged "nonfiction"
Modern Love
I have a new story in Catapult -- check it out!
I was standing in Arianna Huffingtons’s living room in Los Angeles, staring at Gore Vidal. He was sitting on a plush couch, and he waved away a waiter with a tray of mojitos. He grimaced as a line of people formed to introduce themselves, say hello, offer tribute. I had no intention of talking to him, though it was interesting to watch as others made the attempt. He palpably did not want to meet to these people—he probably didn’t want to be at the party at all—and I wondered why he had condescended to attend. I was there because my publisher said I had to go, but Gore Vidal must surely exist beyond such trivial human concerns. Though maybe, like me, he needed a ride in order to escape.
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I was standing in Arianna Huffingtons’s living room in Los Angeles, staring at Gore Vidal. He was sitting on a plush couch, and he waved away a waiter with a tray of mojitos. He grimaced as a line of people formed to introduce themselves, say hello, offer tribute. I had no intention of talking to him, though it was interesting to watch as others made the attempt. He palpably did not want to meet to these people—he probably didn’t want to be at the party at all—and I wondered why he had condescended to attend. I was there because my publisher said I had to go, but Gore Vidal must surely exist beyond such trivial human concerns. Though maybe, like me, he needed a ride in order to escape.
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Ashes to Ashes
Third and final installment of the junkie stories:
Looking at him that day, I didn’t recognize the bogeyman of my childhood nightmares; it was hard to imagine why the kids in the family had always scattered from every room he entered, why the women avoided his company, why the grown men moved carefully out of his way. click for more
These essays were commissioned and scheduled last summer. It is odd that the series finished in the same week Bowie died, but fitting: my aunt would have been amused by the coincidence.
Ashes to Ashes
Looking at him that day, I didn’t recognize the bogeyman of my childhood nightmares; it was hard to imagine why the kids in the family had always scattered from every room he entered, why the women avoided his company, why the grown men moved carefully out of his way. click for more
These essays were commissioned and scheduled last summer. It is odd that the series finished in the same week Bowie died, but fitting: my aunt would have been amused by the coincidence.
Ashes to Ashes
Cautionary Tales of Childhood
New! Limited edition chapbook/zine featuring stories by Bee Lavender and illustrations by Gabriel Liston. For sale in select stores and via Microcosm. (Not suitable for actual children unless they are the macabre sort)
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Click here to buy at Microcosm
