Yesterday, Jeanne Leiby passed away. She was the editor of The Southern Review, the literary journal of LSU, and a very nice person. She once penned a personalized rejection note that made me feel almost as good as an acceptance would have. The world of American letters has lost another light.
A seven-year-old piece I found in my files–flash fiction or journal entry? You decide.
February 15, 2004
Quentin Compson once broke the face of his watch and ripped the hands from its face in an effort to stop time, but he could still hear the minute ticking of the second hand as it spoke away the hours even in its own absence. In this house there are six clocks and two watches and three VCRs and three computers and one microwave. They all tell time. Sometimes this fact is too much to bear.
I should point out that “Golgotha” first appeared in Big Muddy: A Journal of the Mississippi River Valley. Big thanks to them.
So here it is. The first real post will be coming soon.
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I can’t promise much profundity there, but I’ll try.