Late in 2004, Maggie Nelson was looking forward to the publication of her book
Jane: A Murder
, a narrative in verse about the life and death of her aunt, who had been murdered thirty-five years before. The case remained unsolved, but Jane was assumed to have been the victim of an infamous serial killer in Michigan in 1969.
Then, one November afternoon, Nelson received a cal
Late in 2004, Maggie Nelson was looking forward to the publication of her book
Jane: A Murder
, a narrative in verse about the life and death of her aunt, who had been murdered thirty-five years before. The case remained unsolved, but Jane was assumed to have been the victim of an infamous serial killer in Michigan in 1969.
Then, one November afternoon, Nelson received a call from her mother, who announced that the case had been reopened; a new suspect would be arrested and tried on the basis of a DNA match. Over the months that followed, Nelson found herself attending the trial with her mother and reflecting anew on the aura of dread and fear that hung over her family and childhood--an aura that derived not only from the terrible facts of her aunt's murder but also from her own complicated journey through sisterhood, daughterhood, and girlhood.
The Red Parts
is a memoir, an account of a trial, and a provocative essay that interrogates the American obsession with violence and missing white women, and that scrupulously explores the nature of grief, justice, and empathy.
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Paperback
,
224 pages
Expected publication:
April 5th 2016
by Graywolf Press
(first published 2007)
It is always thrilling--and rare--to find a new author to fall in love with, and to discover that she or he has lots of books, and you're just at the beginning of the happy process of spending time with them. It's true I'm looking forward to reading books 2 and 3 in the Hunger Games series, but, fun as those are, it's nothing compared to how excited--really, joyful--I feel to have discovered Maggie Nelson's work. It's odd to feel joyful about a memoir that deals with the brutal murder of the aut
It is always thrilling--and rare--to find a new author to fall in love with, and to discover that she or he has lots of books, and you're just at the beginning of the happy process of spending time with them. It's true I'm looking forward to reading books 2 and 3 in the Hunger Games series, but, fun as those are, it's nothing compared to how excited--really, joyful--I feel to have discovered Maggie Nelson's work. It's odd to feel joyful about a memoir that deals with the brutal murder of the author's aunt, as well as the heartbreaking end of a relationship and the death of the author's father, but Maggie Nelson writes so intelligently and honestly, with such grace and surprising humor, that joyful really is the right word. This is one of those books that feels like a companion, and one I'll want to reread, probably soon. It's an odd (in the best way) mixture of true crime, memoir, and academic study, and is beautifully, heartfully written. At one point a TV interviewer tells Maggie Nelson that sharing her story will help many people deal with their own similar situations, and her (very funny) response is to point out that her situation is so bizarre (aunt murdered before she, Maggie, was born; case unsolved for 36 years but assumed to be one of the "Michigan Murders"; a new suspect found and brought to trial just after Maggie Nelson's first book about her aunt is published) that people couldn't possibly relate to it. But the odd, or perhaps not so odd, thing is that I did find so much to relate to in this book, in spite of the fact of not sharing any (or very few) of the outward circumstances. It reminded me that that's what literature, at its best, does: makes us feel part of the human family, connected to each other no matter how disconnected and isolated we might feel.
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In 1969, Maggie Nelson's aunt was murdered. Her death was linked to the infamous "Michigan Murders" and her killer was never found...until recently. As Maggie, a poet, was just releasing a book of poetry about her aunt and the murder, new DNA evidence was found link a retired nurse to the killing. Maggie and her mother attend the trial each day in order to bear witness.
In the end, however, there was little sense of release and closure since questions are left unanswered and ambiguity remains. In
In 1969, Maggie Nelson's aunt was murdered. Her death was linked to the infamous "Michigan Murders" and her killer was never found...until recently. As Maggie, a poet, was just releasing a book of poetry about her aunt and the murder, new DNA evidence was found link a retired nurse to the killing. Maggie and her mother attend the trial each day in order to bear witness.
In the end, however, there was little sense of release and closure since questions are left unanswered and ambiguity remains. In fact, Maggie's family remains unconvinced that justice has been served. In reality this book is less about the crime than how it has shaped an entire family's world.
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It feels a little presumptuous to read a memoir about a brutal, sexualized murder within the author's family, and to come out the other end thinking that they should have done it differently. Perhaps I won't go so far as to actually assert that. What I will say is that I wanted more. Structurally, the narrative could have been tightened up and focused, and the text occasionally made chronological jumps that were not included for stylistic purposes. The tone was often detached, which makes sense
It feels a little presumptuous to read a memoir about a brutal, sexualized murder within the author's family, and to come out the other end thinking that they should have done it differently. Perhaps I won't go so far as to actually assert that. What I will say is that I wanted more. Structurally, the narrative could have been tightened up and focused, and the text occasionally made chronological jumps that were not included for stylistic purposes. The tone was often detached, which makes sense given that the author did not know or meet her aunt, but can be pretty off-putting for the reader. Finally, whilst I appreciate, and feel the need for Nelson's exploration of grief and family dynamics in the wake of tragedy, I didn't feel she pushed this as far as it could have stretched.
Jane Mixer's death remained formally unsolved for 35 years, lumped in with the murders committed by one of Michigan's serial killers but not matching the
modus operandi
of that killer (which, of course, is not sufficient evidence,
per se
, to suggest that that killer did not cause Jane Mixer's homicide). DNA testing of the victim's clothing in 2002 resulted in three matches.
The first match was to Gary Leiterman, a man living within five miles of the murder scene at the time of her death. Leiterman was convicted and sentenced to incarceration in 2005 on the basis of this evidence alone. A second match was to Jane's boyfriend at the time of her murder, on her jumper and a book he had given her. This result can conceivably be pushed aside given their relationship, but might, if framed in the guise of having 'DNA evidence against the boyfriend', could lead one to make a case against him. The third match, however, was to a four-year-old boy, whose blood on Jane's body cannot be conceivably explained in any way other than lab contamination.
The factor that links all three people is that their DNA was being processed by the same lab at the same time due to the passing of legislation at the time requiring felons to give their DNA to a database. Nelson concedes as much in the book in the brief time she examines this situation, which brings into focus the myriad issues with viewing DNA as tantamount to proof of guilt. Leiterman was convicted solely on the basis of this DNA evidence, but the man who was four years old at the time was, of course, not. I am not suggesting that this is proof of Leiterman's innocence; I am suggesting it's not sufficient proof of his guilt. Or, if it is, then there's just as much proof that the four-year-old was also guilty of Jane's murder. That Nelson doesn't explore this except to briefly note it as an anomaly and then push it aside strikes me as a wasted opportunity at the very best. I'm not expecting a treatise on the state of today's forensics, but to dismiss this out of hand whilst concurrently unquestioningly accepting that Leiterman killed Jane Mixer seems inconsistent.
On the positive side, when this book was good, it was a personal look at the American justice system, and an occasionally thoughtful - if brief - treatment of the fragmentation this can produce. I also thoroughly appreciate an alternative to pulpy true crime texts, especially one by someone who can write, and who has personal stakes in an issue. But, while I applaud its personalized tone, the author often wandered off into discussions of, amongst other things: finding her junkie ex-boyfriend's limp body in her bed after he'd overdosed yet again, her sister's adventures running rampant in Chicago as a rebellious teenager, her parents' acrimonious breakup as a result of her mother's infidelity, the alienation she felt when her mother married the man she cheated on her father with, etc. etc.
ad nauseum
. My problem with these things isn't that they're uncomfortable or too personal, it's that they had very little to do with the topic of the book beyond the author's trauma. If I'm reading a book billed as a 'blistering look at the personal and political consequences of our cultural fixation on dead (white) women', that's what I want. Beyond literally observing this once in one paragraph, this book did not provide that.
If anyone enjoyed the look at the criminal justice system in this book, I'd encourage them to seek out Helen Garner's
This House Of Grief
.
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This is a weird book. I bought it because I saw a 48 Hours Mystery piece about a writer who, while writing about an aunt's murder, finds out the murder is close to being solved. (It goes to trial, though even I, who usually side with the prosecution, think it's a shaky case.) Anyway, I thought this would be a book about a family seeking justice and answers. In a way, I think it's much more about how trauma affects generations of a family. Reading it triggered my frequent mantra-- Why don't more
This is a weird book. I bought it because I saw a 48 Hours Mystery piece about a writer who, while writing about an aunt's murder, finds out the murder is close to being solved. (It goes to trial, though even I, who usually side with the prosecution, think it's a shaky case.) Anyway, I thought this would be a book about a family seeking justice and answers. In a way, I think it's much more about how trauma affects generations of a family. Reading it triggered my frequent mantra-- Why don't more Americans get therapy? Because a lot don't. I mean, they go through horrific things and don't get counseling, and they never manage as well on their own as they would with a professional. I guess they decide that getting therapy means they're crazy, so they don't get it, and then over the years, they slowly go crazy.
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Este libro tiene que leerse semanas después de haberse leído Jane de la misma autora. En The Red Parts se narra directamente lo que poética y dramáticamente exhibe la autora en Jane. Las partes rojas son aquellas que dan cuenta del asesinato de Jane, tía de la autora, a manos de un serial-killer y todo lo que le siguió a este terrible asunto, incluida la reapertura del caso y de las heridas que, de cualquier modo, la familia no había sanado. Nelson muestra con naturalidad las cicatrices de esta
Este libro tiene que leerse semanas después de haberse leído Jane de la misma autora. En The Red Parts se narra directamente lo que poética y dramáticamente exhibe la autora en Jane. Las partes rojas son aquellas que dan cuenta del asesinato de Jane, tía de la autora, a manos de un serial-killer y todo lo que le siguió a este terrible asunto, incluida la reapertura del caso y de las heridas que, de cualquier modo, la familia no había sanado. Nelson muestra con naturalidad las cicatrices de esta muerte y de otros asuntos que son igualmente dolorosos.
Sí, se requiere mucha cafeína para leer ambos.
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I'm very frustrated: none of my local libraries have Nelson's book that preceded this one (
Jane: A Murder
) which was about her aunt's murder. This is also about her murder, but it is about the re-opening of the case, 36 years later. It's a relatively brief book (195 pages), but it covers a lot of ground. This isn't a mere accounting of the second investigation and trial; it is also a memoir about the author's own life, including the early death of her father. What makes this book stand out is th
I'm very frustrated: none of my local libraries have Nelson's book that preceded this one (
Jane: A Murder
) which was about her aunt's murder. This is also about her murder, but it is about the re-opening of the case, 36 years later. It's a relatively brief book (195 pages), but it covers a lot of ground. This isn't a mere accounting of the second investigation and trial; it is also a memoir about the author's own life, including the early death of her father. What makes this book stand out is the way the author weaves reflections about life throughout what could have merely been a true-crime book.
I had never read anything by Maggie Nelson before and I intend to follow this up with more of her work. I ended up having to purchase another of her books which also came highly recommended (
Bluets
) because the library didn't have it either. I buy very few books (I couldn't possibly buy all the books I read, or even half of them--I don't have enough money to support my habit!) so the fact that I'm willing to buy one shows how much I liked the author's writing.
The library does have her most recent book,
The Argonauts
, and I will be giving it a try as well.
I recommend this book to anyone who likes essays or memoirs because this book represents the best of both.
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Under Others Also Enjoyed there is an insanely wide range of books - diaries, comics, true crime, and a self-help book on putting the passion back into your life - probably the biggest mix I've ever seen. It's fitting, though, because The Red Parts is a lot of things in a little book. A few times I found myself rolling my eyes at Nelson's voice, but that comes with the territory of personal essay.
Mostly, though, this, from "The End of the Story" will be in my brain forever: "I didn't want to te
Under Others Also Enjoyed there is an insanely wide range of books - diaries, comics, true crime, and a self-help book on putting the passion back into your life - probably the biggest mix I've ever seen. It's fitting, though, because The Red Parts is a lot of things in a little book. A few times I found myself rolling my eyes at Nelson's voice, but that comes with the territory of personal essay.
Mostly, though, this, from "The End of the Story" will be in my brain forever: "I didn't want to tell stories. As far as I could tell, stories may enable us to live, but they also trap us, bring us spectacular pain. In their scramble to make sense of nonsensical things, they distort, codify, blame, aggrandize, restrict, omit, betray, mythologize, you name it. This has always struck me as cause for lament, not celebration."
And on the next page, quoting Woolf,"It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole; this wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps, because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed parts together. Perhaps this is the strongest pleasure known to me."
"I know what I want is impossible. If I can make my language flat enough, exact enough, if I can rinse each sentence clean enough, like washing a stone over and over again in river water, if I can find the right perch or crevice from which to record everything, if I can give myself enough white space, maybe I could do it. I could tell you this story while walking out of this story. I could - it all could - just disappear."
This book tapped a main line to my heart and brain and all the messy questions that reside there--about why terrible things happen, how they haunt us and the meaning we can't resist making, even when we know better. I sort of just want to name or quote all the parts that spoke to me, like the scene in which Maggie goes to a revival screening of Taxi Driver, only to witness giddy fanboys holler, "Did you ever see what a .44 can do to a woman's pussy?" As someone whose life has been shaped by viol
This book tapped a main line to my heart and brain and all the messy questions that reside there--about why terrible things happen, how they haunt us and the meaning we can't resist making, even when we know better. I sort of just want to name or quote all the parts that spoke to me, like the scene in which Maggie goes to a revival screening of Taxi Driver, only to witness giddy fanboys holler, "Did you ever see what a .44 can do to a woman's pussy?" As someone whose life has been shaped by violence (namely, but not only, the murder of her aunt Jane before her birth), she is the "unfun," alienated one in the room.
And here's Maggie puzzling over a news article that drives home the horror of serial killings by emphasizing the careers and children the victims might have had if they'd lived.: "Is measurement a necessary part of grief? Is a life less grievable if its prospects for the future...don't appear bright? 'The people they would have loved'--that was a nice touch. But what about the people they had already loved? Or what if they hadn't love anyone, or no one had loved them?"
On a doomed love affair: "Like most people in love, or maybe like most writers in love, I thought if I could keep formulating [the story] correctly, if I could keep finding the right words to house it, maybe I could change it. But of course, I was not its sole author."
This is one of those books that "problematizes narrative," but not in the academic, disconnected way I associate with much of what I read and heard at CalArts, the school where Nelson now teaches. Maybe I was younger then and narrative simply didn't seem problematic to me--maybe I was certain I'd live the story I wanted to. But this book shows the real-life uses and abuses of narrative, from courtroom testimonies to the "murder mind" terrors that keep her up at night. Like Jane's murder, narrative is as impossible to abandon as it is to reconcile: "I became a poet in part because I didn't want to tell stories. As far as I could tell, stories may enable us to live, but they also trap us, bring us spectacular pain."
She is appropriately horrified that a CBS news show openly confesses to covering her aunt's reopened murder case because both victim and descendent are pretty and white. But she also knows she's complicit. "Am I...writing all this down because I want my life to matter? Maybe so. But I don't want it to matter more than others." I love this book because it wrestles unflinchingly with the nature of mattering.
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Right away I could smell the bleach fumes, but I remained grimly determined to see this slim volume through to the bitter end because 1.) it's a slim volume 2.) it's well-written 3.) it broaches many fascinating, haunting subjects such as the struggle to define a murder victim as a person independent of their murder victim status; the futility of narrative and of the search for closure, particularly as these endeavors apply to the concept of justice; and, of course, grieving and mortality, and 4
Right away I could smell the bleach fumes, but I remained grimly determined to see this slim volume through to the bitter end because 1.) it's a slim volume 2.) it's well-written 3.) it broaches many fascinating, haunting subjects such as the struggle to define a murder victim as a person independent of their murder victim status; the futility of narrative and of the search for closure, particularly as these endeavors apply to the concept of justice; and, of course, grieving and mortality, and 4.) having recently read The Art of Cruelty, The Red Parts makes an interesting supplement, as there's a lot of overlap here: the question of (the body made) meat; the culture's relationship to violence, particularly sexual violence; and the nature and origins of cruelty (and the impossibility of supplying pat answers and analyses to it).
Not surprisingly, it wasn't the feel-good book the year. I can live with that. And I admire the unflinching approach she took to the material, particularly since there are many revealing episodes in which neither she nor the people close to her come up smelling like roses. That said, I don't know that I got much from this other than a persistent, low-grade depressive fit and the takeaway that for reasons related and unrelated to the trial this book chronicles, Nelson's life during this period was, well, depressing. I realize that turning to a book like this for happy endings and simple conclusions would be absurd. But hell, I was sold on/prone to the futility of narrative/closure, man's inhumanity to (wo)man, pathological romanticism of love substitutes, and the utter messiness of the grieving process before I cracked this open.
Fortunately I'm out of bleach, and will thus settle for black tea.
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This book details the belated (35 years after the crime) trial and conviction of Gary Leiterman for the murder of Jane Mixer. Told from the point of view of the victim's niece (a poet in her own right, who was not yet born when her aunt was killed), the story is so much more than crime pulp about a place and time familiar to me.
Normally not a fan of forensics or true-crime, I nevertheless had been tasked with finding a Michigan-based true-crime story that might be suitable for a county-wide comm
This book details the belated (35 years after the crime) trial and conviction of Gary Leiterman for the murder of Jane Mixer. Told from the point of view of the victim's niece (a poet in her own right, who was not yet born when her aunt was killed), the story is so much more than crime pulp about a place and time familiar to me.
Normally not a fan of forensics or true-crime, I nevertheless had been tasked with finding a Michigan-based true-crime story that might be suitable for a county-wide community read. This book fit the bill. And since I was on UMich campus when Jane Mixer met her death, it held some nostalgic value as well. I never knew Jane Mixer (UMich is a big place). But right after Ms. Mixer died, I knew of her.
Jane Mixer was #3 in the string of what later would become known as the Michigan Murders. As a UMich law student only a year or two older than me, she seemed a person I would have liked to have met. Why Mixer had to die is inexplicable--Her niece doesn't presume to probe the murderer's mind. All the author knows is her own mind...and the confusion it holds.
Read the memoir The Red Parts, and you might get a clearer picture of how fragile is the bargain a bereaved parent, sibling, or other family member makes with the “normal” world--the world where young-adult children do not die in nasty places under terrifying circumstances.
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This reminds me of Stephen Elliott's Adderol Diaries but way creepier, and I think in the end it's probably the better of the two. It's within that category of odd approaches to non-fiction (not quite memoir, elements of collage) that David Shields praises in Reality Hunger. An engrossing and disturbing read.
It's a smart book, mostly demonstrated by the way it both deploys and critiques the cultural fascination with murdered white women. Nelson packs a ton of fascinating moments and contrasts in
This reminds me of Stephen Elliott's Adderol Diaries but way creepier, and I think in the end it's probably the better of the two. It's within that category of odd approaches to non-fiction (not quite memoir, elements of collage) that David Shields praises in Reality Hunger. An engrossing and disturbing read.
It's a smart book, mostly demonstrated by the way it both deploys and critiques the cultural fascination with murdered white women. Nelson packs a ton of fascinating moments and contrasts into it. Her involvement in the 48 Hours episode about her aunt's murder is hard for me to read as anything other than self-promotion and this casts a little veil of disingenuousness over other parts of the book but in some ways this doubt and skepticism is appropriate to her project.
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Excellent book. The author, Maggie Nelson, tells the tale of her aunt's murder, Jane Mixer. It was believed, at first, that she was a victim of serial killer John Norman Collins. However, it was later discovered, through DNA, that her killer was Gary Leiterman. This books talks of the roller coaster ride that her family went through. The book is very personal and emotional. I liked the insight a victim's survivor went through, rather than from the suspect's or DA's view. I do recommend this book
Excellent book. The author, Maggie Nelson, tells the tale of her aunt's murder, Jane Mixer. It was believed, at first, that she was a victim of serial killer John Norman Collins. However, it was later discovered, through DNA, that her killer was Gary Leiterman. This books talks of the roller coaster ride that her family went through. The book is very personal and emotional. I liked the insight a victim's survivor went through, rather than from the suspect's or DA's view. I do recommend this book.
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Maggie Nelson has written a powerful and deeply personal memoir that explores the world of quiet, enduring grief that settles on a family after suffering a horrific act of violence. Nelson doesn't seek easy answers or sentimental comforts, but rather delves unflinchingly into her own complicated life and the lives of her family as they revisit a tragedy that has left its stamp on them all for over three decades. One of the most haunting and original works I have had the pleasure of reading.
The story of the trial of the author's aunt's murderer twenty-five years after the fact is interesting and chilling. But I like the book especially for the author's compelling writing style, and for her quirky thoughts. Nelson effectivly intermingles quotations from Joan Didion, Anne Carson, Virginia Woolf, Paul Celan, Plato and Arthur Schopenhauer as well as pop culture references to movies, songs, Google, etc. into her personal account of the consequences of tragedy. ...less "
I read a lot of true crime, but I am a poet who mostly reads poetry and memoirs. True crime (murder) is the impetus for this book, but that's not really the subject. The real subject is more personal and perhaps darker than murder in some ways. I enjoyed Maggie Nelson's writing style. I checked this out from the library the same week that I discovered her book "Jane" at a used bookstore and bought it. I have yet to read "Jane" but that will be next.
A companion to "Jane, a murder," poet Maggie Nelson tells of the story of the cold case murder of her aunt. Really, you have to read "Jane" to get the full emotional impact, but you can read this book alone and still find the author fascinating, sexy, scary and vulnerable. Not your typical "and then the detective said to me" book, this really takes the art of the memoir to a new and personal level.
This is my new gold standard in memoir and recounting personal stories - unsemtimental, honest, frank and somewhow seamlessly weaving time into a cohesive hole. Terse, restrained and resists sprawling messily. As someone working on a sort of similar project, I'm in awe and plan to keep a copy next to me as I write to remind what is good writing.
I really enjoyed this.... though it wasn't what I expected (a little less sleuthing and a little more self-examination). Take Joan Didion's frank and authoritative tone, throw in a decades-old murder, and tell it all in the voice of a poet.
Haunting, complex, and gorgeous. The author blends memoir, primary source material, and poetry to process a horrible trauma that happened in her family before she was born. This is a book unlike anything else I have ever read.
this book was a quick read, it was different from other memoirs I've read, most of the book took place at a certain point in time, around the time the author was writing another book.
This is a fantastic book, it perfectly combined true crime (which I love) & memoir writing (which I like) ... takes place in Ann Arbor and is perfect for October reading.
After reading Jane, I was interested to read more about the case. Not nearly as artful as the former, but Nelson's work with quiet, simple prose is fascinating.
Maggie Nelson is most recently the author of three books of nonfiction: Bluets (Wave Books, 2009); Women, the New York School, and Other True Abstractions (University of Iowa Press, 2007), and The Red Parts: A Memoir (Free Press, 2007). The Art of Cruelty, a work of art criticism, is forthcoming from WW Norton. Nelson is also the author of several books of poetry, including Something Bright, Then
Maggie Nelson is most recently the author of three books of nonfiction: Bluets (Wave Books, 2009); Women, the New York School, and Other True Abstractions (University of Iowa Press, 2007), and The Red Parts: A Memoir (Free Press, 2007). The Art of Cruelty, a work of art criticism, is forthcoming from WW Norton. Nelson is also the author of several books of poetry, including Something Bright, Then Holes (Soft Skull Press, 2007), Jane: A Murder (Soft Skull, 2005), The Latest Winter (Hanging Loose Press, 2003) and Shiner (Hanging Loose, 2001). In 2007 she was the recipient of an Arts Writers grant from the Creative Capital/Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts. She has taught writing and literature at the Graduate Writing Program of the New School, Wesleyan University, and Pratt Institute of Art. Nelson currently lives in Los Angeles where she teaches on the BFA and MFA faculty of the School of Critical Studies at California Institute of the Arts.
“Am I sitting here now, months later, in Los Angeles, writing all this down, because I want my life to matter? Maybe so. But I don't want it to matter more than others.
I want to remember, or to learn, how to live as if it matters, as if they all matter, even if they don't.”
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“I awoke from this nightmare into a freezing cold motel room: the heater had broken at some point during the night, and the fan was now blowing icy air into the room.
At first I tried to keep warm under the crappy motel bedspread by thinking about the man I loved. At the time he was traveling in Europe, and was thus unreachable. I didn't know it yet, but as I lay there, he was traveling with another woman. Does it matter now? I tried hard to feel his body wrapped tightly around mine.
Next I tried to imagine everyone I had ever loved, and everyone who had ever loved me, wrapped around me. I tried to feel that I was the composite of all these people, instead of alone in a shitty motel room with a broken heater somewhere outside of Detroit, a few miles from where Jane's body was dumped thirty-six years ago on a March night just like this one.
'Need each other as much as you can bear,' writes Eileen Myles. 'Everywhere you go in the world.'
I felt the wild need for any or all of these people that night. Lying there alone, I began to feel - perhaps even to know - that I did not exist apart from their love and need of me.
Of this latter I felt less sure, but it seemed possible, if the equation worked both ways.
Falling asleep I thought, 'Maybe this, for me, is the hand of God.”
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