Just thinkin
I decided to answer the writer's block question, which was "what was the best first line of a book, movie, etc." So I thought of this, in honor of my mom. Even though it isn't a real book, it's a book within a book.
In this dirty minded world, you are either somebody's wife, or somebody's whore, or fast on your way to becoming one or the other.
This is the first line of A Sexual Suspect, the autobiography of Jenny Fields. Jenny Fields isn't a real person; she's the mother of T S Garp, from The World According to Garp. This was a book both my mom & I read & enjoyed a lot. I haven't read it in years, but it's good. The reason the line works is because it's shocking. Jenny Fields was an unconventional woman & this was a great way to grab the reader & say "hey. Listen up. This is a new way to think. Things don't have to be the way everyone thinks they have to be." Kind of like my mom. She was a single mom long before it was in vogue; when I was born the paper refused to print the announcement because she wasn't married. Fuckers. But we made it through.
In funeral news, things are settled for my friend's husband. His viewing will be wednesday from 2-5 & 7-9 & the funeral itself is thursday at 10 am. H. is holding on; I think she's waiting till after all this is over before she breaks down. S.'s parent's are...well...doing as well as you'd expect for people who have to bury their child. Their youngest child at that.
Yesterday when the people from the funeral home came, at first there were only 2 of them. They told us a few more people were coming. They went upstairs to assess the house & see how they could get Sean out of there. One guy recognized us; he was there to help with my mom. While they were waiting for extra help (Sean was a big guy) they were talking about how they were using a bag to carry him down to the stretcher & the handles were ripping. They needed rope to put in the handles & drag him out. Eventually they got enough guys to help & get him out of there. It was pretty awful, though.
In this dirty minded world, you are either somebody's wife, or somebody's whore, or fast on your way to becoming one or the other.
This is the first line of A Sexual Suspect, the autobiography of Jenny Fields. Jenny Fields isn't a real person; she's the mother of T S Garp, from The World According to Garp. This was a book both my mom & I read & enjoyed a lot. I haven't read it in years, but it's good. The reason the line works is because it's shocking. Jenny Fields was an unconventional woman & this was a great way to grab the reader & say "hey. Listen up. This is a new way to think. Things don't have to be the way everyone thinks they have to be." Kind of like my mom. She was a single mom long before it was in vogue; when I was born the paper refused to print the announcement because she wasn't married. Fuckers. But we made it through.
In funeral news, things are settled for my friend's husband. His viewing will be wednesday from 2-5 & 7-9 & the funeral itself is thursday at 10 am. H. is holding on; I think she's waiting till after all this is over before she breaks down. S.'s parent's are...well...doing as well as you'd expect for people who have to bury their child. Their youngest child at that.
Yesterday when the people from the funeral home came, at first there were only 2 of them. They told us a few more people were coming. They went upstairs to assess the house & see how they could get Sean out of there. One guy recognized us; he was there to help with my mom. While they were waiting for extra help (Sean was a big guy) they were talking about how they were using a bag to carry him down to the stretcher & the handles were ripping. They needed rope to put in the handles & drag him out. Eventually they got enough guys to help & get him out of there. It was pretty awful, though.