Comments on: Spoke http://www.jentropy.com/archives/345 words after Mon, 16 Jan 2012 16:41:06 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: J. M. Strother http://www.jentropy.com/archives/345/comment-page-1#comment-122 J. M. Strother Sat, 27 Jun 2009 17:29:40 +0000 http://www.jentropy.com/?p=345#comment-122 You evoke great empathy for Tyler in this piece. Poor kid. Will he spiral downward or find the strength to rebuild? It leaves much for the reader to think about. Good job. ~jon You evoke great empathy for Tyler in this piece. Poor kid. Will he spiral downward or find the strength to rebuild? It leaves much for the reader to think about. Good job.
~jon

]]> By: KjM http://www.jentropy.com/archives/345/comment-page-1#comment-121 KjM Fri, 26 Jun 2009 23:17:04 +0000 http://www.jentropy.com/?p=345#comment-121 "Eight was a good summer. Girls were boys and boys were kings and fair was getting to pick the first popsicle next time." And nothing is fair anymore. It's not fair to lose your Mother, and that makes everything else different from then on. And you learn nothing is fair (even if it is). Wonderfully compact and very nicely focused through Tyler's eyes. Thank you for such a good read. “Eight was a good summer. Girls were boys and boys were kings and fair was getting to pick the first popsicle next time.”

And nothing is fair anymore. It’s not fair to lose your Mother, and that makes everything else different from then on. And you learn nothing is fair (even if it is).

Wonderfully compact and very nicely focused through Tyler’s eyes.

Thank you for such a good read.

]]> By: Jen http://www.jentropy.com/archives/345/comment-page-1#comment-120 Jen Fri, 26 Jun 2009 14:59:56 +0000 http://www.jentropy.com/?p=345#comment-120 Barbara, thank you for giving me a bit of your precious quiet time. I know how much you value the disconnection. I did wrestle with that last sentence. I could have added another paragraph and wrapped things up comfortably. It was a fight between narrator and Tyler, and the kid won. I realized his challenge is that he's blaming his tragedy for the normal pains of growing up. The issue has blocked his logic, so I decided I would let it stand for the reader as well. Thank you for rereading and feeling for Tyler. Barbara, thank you for giving me a bit of your precious quiet time. I know how much you value the disconnection. I did wrestle with that last sentence. I could have added another paragraph and wrapped things up comfortably. It was a fight between narrator and Tyler, and the kid won. I realized his challenge is that he’s blaming his tragedy for the normal pains of growing up. The issue has blocked his logic, so I decided I would let it stand for the reader as well. Thank you for rereading and feeling for Tyler.

]]> By: bgblogging http://www.jentropy.com/archives/345/comment-page-1#comment-119 bgblogging Fri, 26 Jun 2009 11:44:32 +0000 http://www.jentropy.com/?p=345#comment-119 Jen, I love how you enter Tyler's world, through the small details of the moment, slowly "peeling unjust summers year by year" for us, through Finger Man & Austin, how you also keep us distanced from him through the narrator's language and ability to explain, which moves us to remember eight in our own lives, the small injustices, and the large, our helplessness against loss. Lovely. At first I wasn't sure about the abruptness of the final line--it felt a little like an exclamation point at the end of a sad sentence, but on second reading, I changed my mind, for that kind of tumbling out of the real source of his isolation seems real, as it would happen in his head. as it would happen to him. You make me want to drop the manual I have to write and return to fiction. Jen,

I love how you enter Tyler’s world, through the small details of the moment, slowly “peeling unjust summers year by year” for us, through Finger Man & Austin, how you also keep us distanced from him through the narrator’s language and ability to explain, which moves us to remember eight in our own lives, the small injustices, and the large, our helplessness against loss. Lovely.

At first I wasn’t sure about the abruptness of the final line–it felt a little like an exclamation point at the end of a sad sentence, but on second reading, I changed my mind, for that kind of tumbling out of the real source of his isolation seems real, as it would happen in his head. as it would happen to him.

You make me want to drop the manual I have to write and return to fiction.

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