Busy week, and though I didn’t send the usual reminder, I’m here, to talk about the next three essays in Best American.
You in?
Right now, right here:
https://us06web.zoom.us/j/7599353084?pwd=Y0NNOG9mNGhPd1lnaHhicDN1L2JXZz09
And, for fun, a literary fun fact…":
“When he was just shy of 30 years old in 1822, Percy Shelley and two fellow sailors tragically drowned during a boat trip across the Ligurian Sea; their bodies washed ashore ten days after a serious storm. Several of Shelley’s friends–novelist Edward John Trelawney, poet Leigh Hunt, and the inimitable Lord Byron–went to claim the remains and were obliged to cremate the unfortunate sailors so the ashes could be sent to their families. (It must be admitted that the writers were very taken by poetic and Hellenic connotations of a funeral pyre; they even anointed their lost friends with oil and wine as they imagined the ancient Greeks would.) For reasons that are not known, Shelley’s heart remained whole instead of turning to ash in the fire, and Trelawney retrieved it from the flames (burning his hand in the process). The heart was eventually given to Mary Shelley, who reputedly kept it in her desk until her death thirty years later.”
xo
good session today. Lots of ideas exchanged.
Whoa, the unburned heart!