But it turns out we have not completely lost the ability to communicate with each other. Its dialogue supplies the words I read at her scattering of ashes ceremony. Instead they are haunted by them around the edges.
How is form working there? How does it create space for vulnerability? So much dopeness in these essays and so many scary questions asked and answered here. She had six kids by the time was in her mids, and she finally got her GED when she was around 50, about the same time I was doing my general exams at Princeton. So I approach the Love and Connection Project with a lot less enthusiasm and a lot more fear [than you do], or at least than your narrator self [does]. The movie becomes, in the end, an elegy for her.
Hopper discusses an Emersonian boyfriend; spinsters past and present; being and not being a mother; and the power of friendship.
I wanted to honor them in their own right. I still remember the time I made a glib comment in class that implied that single people were alone, and the queer professor snapped at me, like, Why would you say that? Later, after I found a donor and started trying to get pregnant, I was overwhelmed by what was happening to my body — insemination, pregnancy, pregnancy loss, multiple rounds of IVF — and imagining myself on a long voyage with trusty shipmates my friends and roommates helped me to more or less keep it together.
You can order it here. Obviously it matters for huge things like taxes, hpoper care, immigration, custody. I wanted to write a book about underrepresented forms of love and connection — between friends, roommates, siblings, caregivers and care receivers just realized how weird it is that caregiver and caretaker mean sort of the same thing! The way they might have briwllen, wariness, and fierce resistance to certain forms of intimacy that seem like first or second nature to me, and vice versa.
Briallen Hopper lets us know: We are not alone in the universe after all. A satisfying, eye-opening examination.
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Closing the other window! What about this representation do you resist? I think we were discussing Henry James! I write about how my experience of having grad school and church mentors during my 20s who were unmarried black women taught me to imagine and aspire to completely different models for intimacy, love, and caregiving. But I think another part of it might be would have to be what it has meant to nonetheless discover that I am also an extravagantly well-loved person.
Oh, no, I was just wondering what they were!! And the process of trying to understand my brother and friend in order to write about them actually shifted those relationships in ways that felt astonishing.
But it also seems like a disposition. My first drafts are usually dominated by my own experience.
And I think that bedrock Hipper sense of my own limitations, my utter dependence on external grace, is part of where I get my skepticism about self-reliance and my love of leaning. But even though I was shaped by the desire for a conventional paired-off middle-class life, I had a sense early on that it was not enough, that I needed to look beyond it, which is part of why I gravitated toward African-American literature and queer literature classes in college, because for centuries African-American people and queer people have had to make lives outside of these legal and social and economic frameworks.
Bopper wanna talk about it. The book seemed secular in a way that surprised me, because the spiritual and the hoppwr are explicit subjects for you in lots of other contexts.
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I want to read the book you would write called Hard hopler Love! In the same way that you had to learn to think about all the ways people might fear love, I have had to learn to accept the stories of people for whom love has been, from childhood, something very different.
Gently but firmly, these essays refute our binary assumptions by teasing out the satisfying complexities that lie between and beyond the old poles. A fresh, well-crafted collection. That said, if I had to say the main way that my religious hopperr has affected the book, it might be that I was raised Calvinist, and Calvinists believe that God predestines everything, and people are not actually in control of their lives. Really rbiallen Cheers chapter is an expression of the fundamental yearning of the book, which is where I end up at on the last as well: What are the ways we can connect, and stay connected, despite everything?
Briallen Hopper posits a third option: uncoupled but very much loved and loving.
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It is at once inviting and spiky, hard and funny; it is smart as hell. My friend Ash, co-author of the Flannery essay, had Stage 4 cancer, and she wanted her close friends to read The Fault in Our Stars to understand more of what she was going through, and so we did.
It was one of those moments that made me experience, in my moment of shame and confusion, the value of higher education! I did eventually end up with eight embryos on ice, but along the way I had to confront a million mind-bending questions — sexual, social, financial, bio-ethical — brialpen for some reason the sheer silliness of conceptualizing my quest as a series of multiple choice questions with answers drawn from Moby-Dick helped to buoy me throughout broallen process.
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Or she might be in the midst of a long-term, hard-to-define romance with someone she prefers not to be legally or publicly partnered with. Hopper fervently embraces this and the rich intimacies it affords. All of us, regardless of whether we are chronic spinsters or confirmed bachelors or messily divorcing or blissfully or miserably married or whatever, are having to do the work of figuring out how to find and sustain love and connection beyond the marriage plot.
A great essay title. And I was also thinking yesterday that if I wrote a book called Hard to Love: Essays and Confessions, it would also be very different. Rarely has friendship been more articulately defended. As I was writing I definitely wanted to keep religion in the book. How those feelings have changed.
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None of these essays are about the lost people in any direct way. Sometimes the text comes first, sometimes the experience, but I need both.
What are we waiting for? I pretty much always need a book or movie or TV show to write about life in relation to. I rarely write memoir without cultural criticism! Your parents are living and so are most of your siblings, and you have mostly active, if complicated, relationships with them.
Hard to Love is warm, buoyant, connective; I felt less alone having read it. Read this book.