Annie Dillard wrote, “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” On the first of each month, Catching Days hosts a guest writer in the series, “How We Spend Our Days.” Today, please welcome writer Lidia Yuknavitch. “The … Continue reading
I have been looking into schedules. Even when we read physics, we inquire of each least particle, What then shall I do this morning? How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with … Continue reading
It’s a memoir, and the writing is uneven. But that fits the life it mirrors. Like the story out of which it grew, it’s
About fathers and swimming and fucking and dead babies and drowning. Written entirely in random fragments–how I understood my entire life. In the language–image and fragments and non-linear lyric passages–that seemed most precise.
A striking chapter tells the story of a hot pink Schwinn bike “with a banana seat and streamers coming out of the handlebars.” Her father brought it home to cheer her up after her sister left. She was ten and thought “it was perhaps the most beautiful thing I had ever seen…”
But she didn’t know how to ride a bike.
So when I came outside to touch the hot pink ride, beautiful as she was, all I felt was terror.
Besides being a hell of a story, this is a living, breathing object lesson. How a beautiful pink bike can also be an object of terror. How in a fictional world a bicycle could be beautiful to one character and terrifying to another.
She writes: “In water, like in books–you can leave your life.”
About the breakup of her second marriage:
I’m already lying. I’m making it all sound literary.
It was messier than that. A lot.
At the end of the book is an interview. Yuknavitch writes:
I do know that when I’m inside writing I don’t want to be anywhere else. It’s like being inside a song or a painting.
Cross-posted at the Contrary Blog