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Possession by lunadatura
Why this must be read: lundatura writes gorgeous prose, with unique insight into the characters. The pairings she writes are fairly unusual, but they are absolutely believable in her capable hands. Here, she uses Jack as almost an observer to great effect. The reader rides along with him, feeling his confusion and his longing. At the same time, the small details she chooses make the story spring to life.
Excerpt: Charlie is writing songs again. They're not much now, not really - chord progressions that he likes, snatches of melody, complex and raveled, heavy with the push pull push of addiction and withdrawal. But they're coming, steady and insistent, and they're better than they have been in years. There's a song about a man who carries knives and secrets, a song about a child born to the sea and the wild, a song about two millionaires, doomed and glittering, clinging to each other like binary stars. There's a song about Sawyer. That one is Charlie’s favorite: hard and sad, full of prairie longing and city dirt. He plays it when he’s alone, sending it like a prayer into the empty sky. It’s full of words that he doesn’t say in public -- ache, heart, please, yes, come back come back come back. If anyone heard him sing about Sawyer, he thinks, it would shatter into meaningless bits of sound, the happenstance noises of hit steel strings.
It is in this way - playing it out slowly, note by note, line by line - that Charlie learns he has fallen in love.
Why this must be read: lundatura writes gorgeous prose, with unique insight into the characters. The pairings she writes are fairly unusual, but they are absolutely believable in her capable hands. Here, she uses Jack as almost an observer to great effect. The reader rides along with him, feeling his confusion and his longing. At the same time, the small details she chooses make the story spring to life.
Excerpt: Charlie is writing songs again. They're not much now, not really - chord progressions that he likes, snatches of melody, complex and raveled, heavy with the push pull push of addiction and withdrawal. But they're coming, steady and insistent, and they're better than they have been in years. There's a song about a man who carries knives and secrets, a song about a child born to the sea and the wild, a song about two millionaires, doomed and glittering, clinging to each other like binary stars. There's a song about Sawyer. That one is Charlie’s favorite: hard and sad, full of prairie longing and city dirt. He plays it when he’s alone, sending it like a prayer into the empty sky. It’s full of words that he doesn’t say in public -- ache, heart, please, yes, come back come back come back. If anyone heard him sing about Sawyer, he thinks, it would shatter into meaningless bits of sound, the happenstance noises of hit steel strings.
It is in this way - playing it out slowly, note by note, line by line - that Charlie learns he has fallen in love.