by Meghan Daum
“I grieve the deaths of my parents. In some ways I grieve their lives, too. I grieve for what might have been had they not been damaged in the ways that they were damaged.”
Meghan Daum, has it really been so long since your last book? I just finished THE CATASTROPHE HOUR. You continue to parallel me.
I too grieve my parents, their lives as well as their deaths.
I too don’t know what’s going on in pop culture anymore; I still think the “alternative” I listened to circa 2000 is kind of edgy. When I pull out the Arts & Leisure section of the NYT, if there aren’t any headlines on the front page about dinosaur rock bands, I just toss it.
I too have infinitely many parallel lives that look at me off in the distance, some even including parenthood. Some of those lives are doing OK; I don’t know if the one I’m in is the “best” one – OK, I know very well it’s not the “best.” But it’s OK.
My own catastrophe hour is a little bit later at night when I get sleepy. Something primal in my cries out, “What are you going to do with your life?” The answer comes out: “You’ve done it.”
I don’t know how to feel about the end of your book. All I can say is I do hope you keep putting out more books.
Tytania 