i finished Tell the Wolves I'm Home. it's a
beautiful well-written book that I didn't want to end. i
was spellbound from the moment i read the first page all the
way through to the last word. lonely characters with lush
inner lives. took me back to the early 80's when AIDS had
just burst onto the scene. changing the landscape of so
many lives. i was in kansas then...and truly-madly-deeply
in love with mitch, a drag queen from a local gay bar in a
seedy part of town. we were best buddies. tall
mitch with his calm deep voice. we'd go out drinking, dancing,
and carousing all night then collapse on the chaise lounges by
his mother's pool hungover and chatty. telling each other
secrets, back and forth. one of us had stars in our eyes.
well. maybe we both did, but his were for a
different reason. bonding. something i couldn't do
with all of the fresh-faced farm girls back at the dorm.
me in a small catholic college in salina kansas.
misery. until mitch pulled me onto his little
maybe all i wanted was for Toby to
hear the wolves that lived in the dark forest of my heart.
and maybe that's what it meant. TELL THE WOLVES I'M
HOME. maybe Finn understood everything, as usual. you
may as well tell them where you live, because they'll find you
anyway. they always do.
anyway now i'm reading Black Chokeberry. a first novel
for Martha Nelson who's in her 60's(!) she wrote THIS article for the huffington post.
unrelated to the book, but so so good. i think, no,
i KNOW you'll love that piece. go read!