The other week (after lunch at a lobster restaurant on a dock), I walked out to our rental van and found Ricky and Jeff loading the cooler into the trunk. Bobby was in the driver’s seat with his door closed, by himself and motionless.
I’d chucked and said, “What’s Bobby doing sitting alone in there like a loser?”
Then I walked up to his window, knocked, and motioned for him to roll it down.
But before I could even begin to give him shit for being antisocial, I heard “Gypsy” on the car radio and immediately understood.
And because I’d had two beers and was on acne medication, I started swaying there in the gravel parking lot outside our minivan. Swaying and smiling up at the sun and swinging my arms next to a mural of a lobster like a loopy suburban mom who loves a Mudslide and a Chico’s pant.
When the song was over I opened my eyes and said, “Gypsy is the best song,” and Bob said, “Yep.”
“'Nobody Is Ever Missing' is composed mostly of long, languid sentences that push into the night like headlights. They’re the sign of a writer settling in for a long backcourt game, one who is going to wear you down rather than go in for the kill. Sometimes these sentences lose their way, stall out or end up doubling back on themselves. Just as often, they are improbably beautiful, or simply cool and knowing.”—
I loved this book so much and am thrilled that it received such a positive review today.
My two favorite books so far this year, ‘Nobody Is Ever Missing’ and Roxane Gay’s ‘An Untamed State’, both follow women (Elyria and Mirelle) who have suddenly left their homes - albeit under t r e m e n d o u s l y different circumstances. They’re two women I will not soon forget. Two women who are as deserving of your attention as the writers who created them.
Some of my favorite tracks from film scores are the openers. The wordless prologues given the honor to open the movie and establish its atmosphere in a matter of seconds. (To be fair, I decided this only minutes ago while listening to The Piano, but after a few minutes I was able to think of a few more.)
So I made a Spotify playlist! One I will try to update regularly! The Essential Openers!
“After reportedly sneaking into the Kennedy compound in Hyannisport on Tuesday night, having a lovely chat with Ted Kennedy Jr.’s son, and relaxing with a book, he told cops he was just looking for Katy Perry.”—Gawker wrote about me.
“I didn’t realize…I thought that was gay life. We didn’t know. We thought that that was what being gay was: Party at somebody’s friend’s house, disco, bathhouse, afterwards we’d eat ice cream sodas at one of these places on Sheridan Square, and then go to the trucks, and then go to the piers, and after the piers, go into the bushes in Central Park, and that was the gay life. It was nothing; it was just pure sex. Loads of sex, sex, sex on top of sex, but all in the dark, and I remember praying at the baths, “God, get me out!” ‘cause they’re all skinny shaved-headed guys on these bunks, and it looked just like Auschwitz, and, “Oh, God, get me out of these bathhouses, I hate it!” I thought gay and slut and addict is all the same thing, and it’s not. I realized that, in South Dakota, a backroom was where you keep the beer. I thought everything was a backroom for gay men, you see?”—The Pull - The Awl