My Dad, My Boy
“You sold or mortgaged something and booked a family Euro-tour — not my dream, but you were so happy to give me this trip you couldn’t afford that I acted excited, hoping there would be a boy on a train who would not know English and kiss me. But there were no cute boys, only a man on a pier in Monte Carlo who thought I was a prostitute. Europe was a series of museums that my brother and I tried to navigate between a mother who could stare at a Delacroix for an hour without blinking and you, who once you started to walk couldn’t stop.”
I reread this old piece by Marie-Louise Parker which, like the best writing, gripped me afresh with its imagination and conceit. Discovering she can write such tender, piercing prose was not dissimilar to discovering Hugh Laurie can sing (the dead to life).
Around My Room and Back Again
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