Face

September 10, 2008

Dag! No time to really blog today– and I wanted to write about my experience yesterday as a special guest

in my colleague, Sydney Brown’s Intro to Creative Writing class. I read a short-short creative nonfiction piece that I had published a couple of years ago and then answered questions from the class about it. I’ll blog about it tomorrow.

In the meantime, though i’m not a huge fan of Alice Munro (I DO like her, just not CRAZY about her–like I am about, say, John Cheever, Hemingway, Oates, etc.), I did love the first sentence from her new story (published, where else? The NewYorker), that I read today on the elliptical.

The story is called “Face,” and here’s the first line (and the accompanying artwork that went with the story (courtesy of NewYorker Magazine):

I am convinced that my father looked at me, really saw me, only once. After that, he knew what was there.

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Read the rest of the story here.