Comments on decadent tranquility: 521. Capiche?

Well, maybe the glass in your house is clear, but ...

2008-06-20T09:01:00.000-05:00

Well, maybe the glass in your house is clear, but in mine, glass and clear are not two words we use together. ;-)

As always, your kind words are much appreciated. :-)

"So I grew up at the window" and "wherever you go ...

2008-06-20T01:47:00.000-05:00

"So I grew up at the window" and "wherever you go there you are"... those are Tree statements. Profound in their emotion.

I loved this chapter and I love Trev for what he said too. I have a hard time understanding his character at times, but when he opens up, his soul is as clear as glass.

Jen

:-)Still more. HReading this again is just as powe...

2008-06-15T14:18:00.000-05:00

:-)

Still more. H

Reading this again is just as powerful. I just want to say quite simply that this is a stunning piece of writing. Heart-clenching to watch him standing there, to listen.

The image represents father and son, one fading aw...

2008-06-15T13:21:00.000-05:00

The image represents father and son, one fading away the other falling to pieces, drifting, unable to chart a course of reunion, a feeling of helplessness. How's that? :-D

A lot I could say. Lets just say no plagiarism here. ;-)

When I initially read, I didn't remember having re...

2008-06-14T17:35:00.000-05:00

When I initially read, I didn't remember having read the part about his father's occupation, but I did have to pause after the next two sentences. The simple, tragic revelation, a statement, a circumstance, a background that as he comes to explain to some extent one knows instantly would have had bearing upon his life and the person that he is, for better, for worse, and above all, for what is.

How do I explain just how far Trev as a character reaches. Watching through Em's eyes, watching him watch her. Watching the two of them together. Beloved. Stunningly beautiful. Perfectly flawed.

I grew to hate her for that. And the ache settled still greater.

As matter-of-fact as it is emotional, the revelations were superbly written, the child speaking within the adult, the longing and the wanting, the waiting by the window and ears that became attuned, and the words of his mother, unknown, unseen, the quick touch all the more acute for it, and the deep regret knowing tears were added, knowing too that she more than likely understood and forgave.

I want all of you. To hear those words..and in regards to the chapter, the experience of reading it, it aces all else and the final result is joy, hope and eyes forward.

Wonderful, wonderful chapter, were I not so sleepy, I'd stick around for a while. Maybe tomorrow. :-)

PS I would love to know more about the image, why you chose it.