Novel by Christina Carson

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Quote from Suffer the Little Children:

"Perhaps what we call misfortune is actually a place where the universe interrupts our habits that keep life so limited and small, forcing us to respond differently. The opportunity it offers depends on how hard we work to close the gap or hold it open, allowing ourselves to glimpse realities we've never glimpsed before."


Novel by Christina Carson

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Quote from Dying to Know:

"I knew in that moment, we were never meant to surrender our childlike innocence, to trade a world in which we fit like a glove for one that hung on us like ill-fitting hand-me-downs. However, all about us insisted on our membership. And instead of a handshake or a mystical password as entrance into this spurious society, we agreed instead to share a lie, the one that says we’re safe, secure, and fulfilled living this way." 



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The Crux of the Matter

March 12, 2012

The dedication to Raymond Carver’s last book, A New Path to the Waterfall, reads: Tess.  Tess.  Tess.  Tess

Tess Gallagher was his final and truest love, though they didn’t meet until well into his life, one that began beleaguered and coarse, and carried on into alcoholism and struggle. But he knew love when he finally found it; love bore the name Tess. Carver was a profoundly talented short story writer and poet. His demand for precision in his work meant his images were raggedly honest yet hemmed as if by fine hand-sewing. When he finally conquered drink, he began to relax into a life enriched with recognition, accomplishment and a loving partner. Though it wasn’t to remain. Two months past his fiftieth year, cancer ended him. But Carver had defeated the real odds, those against his ever finding peace and happiness, and wrote just before leaving us, “Late Fragment:”

And did you get what you wanted
from life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on this earth.

Raymond Carver found his new path to the waterfall. Through his art, he came home to himself. And like all truly great writers, he leaned heavily on authenticity. His biography is found among his poems, depicting a plethora of flaws, errors, and desperation, yet he pushed on. The results were some of the most quietly touching stories and poems of our age, sometimes sardonic, sometimes ironic but always filled to the brim with a brave exploration of the human condition. What he has to teach us, is that art lives within us. Our exterior circumstances form only our plots, never the crux of the story, for the crux is the art - a message beyond thought and words that seeps into us and swells our sense of love and wonder. The reason for technical expertise is merely to capture, in words, what rises to the top.

If there is one thing I've learned in my 66 years, it is that we need art, like we need air, to live, to buff our raw edges, soothe are gnawing angst, and encourage our awakening. May we as writers strive always to create art. It isn't just literary fiction’s purview. Its legacy is crucial. It opens the door to what is most vital and beautiful about being human. 

Carver, in one of his last poems, directed his words at Tess, but art by its nature is never exclusive. Its gift is that it caresses us all:

Suppose I say summer,
Write the word “hummingbird,”
put it in an envelope,
take it down the hill
to the box. When you open
my letter you will recall
 those days and how much,
just how much, I love you.

“Hummingbird for Tess”

Okay, I'm convinced. You can write my testimonial after I'm gone.

I'm with Jack. That is beautiful. I love the line "Our exterior circumstances form only our plots, never the crux of the story, for the crux is the art - a message beyond thought and words that seeps into us and swells our sense of love and wonder." You captured the same raw sense of love in your blog that Carver captures, and I just want to read and reread it. I love this post.

Superb blog Christina. Its the crux that is within us that we sometimes allow part of into what we write.

Beautiful, Magical, Wonderful! Thank you Christina.

Extraordinary beauty in your words and in Carver's. Love this so much!!

All I ever wanted was someone who knew me and still loved me and I have what I wanted - I love you too.

Superb writing and so very moving, thanks Christina! You capture the beauty that is at the centre of people's souls, at the heart of inanimate things...

Jack, done deal. You're grand!

Adrienne, you old mush bucket, I love you.

David, thank you. And indeed it is. It is art that let's us touch it easily. Why would we want to write in a way that didn't elicit art from ourselves?

Mary Kathryn, yours is an open heart. So glad something I've down touched it for that is what oneness is all about. Thank you.

Oh Jo, I so love to share things with you, sister of my soul. Thank you. We are the tightest mutual admiration society there ever was. Marvelous!

You are the man of my heart. Who could not believe in wonder who knows that we found each other. Raymond Carver has nothing on you! Deeply touching.

Claude, it's the old saw "it takes one to know one." I can't tell you how it delights me that we've met. Thank you.