Friday Flowers #2
A few links to things I enjoyed this week, that I think you might enjoy, too. Plus some pictures of pretty flowers.
“Some people don’t talk about their dead. But I find that six months later, not only can I not stop talking about him, I can’t stop wielding him, or what was his, all around me, a sword against the grief.”
Emma Straub writes beautifully about wearing the clothes of her dead father—Peter Straub—for GQ.
“A slow walk won’t buttress your certitudes — more likely the opposite, imbuing the mundane with wonder and magnifying the world’s extraordinary complexity. There are great wonders out there for anyone who decides to go look at the world, particularly a stretch you think you already know, at three miles an hour.”
Fellow walker Neil King Jr. shares what he learned about America at 3 miles per hour in The Washington Post.
“The site feels a little emptier, though certainly not dead. More like the part of the dinner party when only the serious drinkers remain. Whiskey is being poured into wineglasses, and the cheese plate has become an ashtray.”
Over at The New York Times Magazine, Willy Staley wrote one of the most insightful pieces about Twitter—both its history and its current deterioration—that I have yet to read.
“[Fitzgerald’s] writing about what his faith means to him is as nuanced and thoughtful as the prose penned by some practicing Catholics trying to bring others to the church.”
I’m grateful to Michael J. O'Loughlin for reviewing Dirtbag, Massachusetts* at American Magazine, the Jesuit Review of Faith and Culture.
*If you have yet to pick up a copy of Dirtbag, Massachusetts yourself, you can do so by clicking here. Please know that I deeply appreciate your support.
That’s about it from me. I was in London this past week, and went on a couple of lovely walks. Hope y’all have a great weekend, and don’t forget to get out into the world and move at a human pace. 🍓
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I so enjoyed the Emma Straub essay...thank you for sharing.
Have a copy of Dirtbag, bought it a while back, think we know your agent... may read it soon.