Of the group of about ten women who read the book, seven of us could attend the dinner. We all contributed to what would become a simmering gumbo of reactions to this unusual piece of literature, but the one sentiment we shared was gratitude to Ms. Bender for her generosity and openness last Thursday night. With gentleness and humor, sincere artistic curiosity, and humility that almost had her surrendering ownership of the story she had crafted, Aimee offered the seven of us via speakerphone a glimpse into her soul and into her writer’s world.
One analogy she made was a reference to Bob Dylan: he considers himself not a songwriter but a ladle, a cup, just dipping himself into a river of music. As Aimee’s soft, easy voice painted this picture for us over the miles, seven heads nodded slowly, approvingly, all around the room. We got it, and we universally accepted her invitation to take her story for our own devices.
But we remain readers, not novelists, certainly not writers of this story, so we were still brimming with questions which she indulged patiently. In the next few days I’ll try my best to share the insights.
The M half of the M -n- J Show says
I’m bummed I missed this. I enjoyed the book, until the spot I told you about already. Then, I kind of ignored that piece and still enjoyed it. I should have found a way to call it!
Can’t wait to read more, so keep it up!