There is a certain place where dumb-waiters boom, doors slam, dishes crash; every window is a mother's mouth bidding the street shut up, go skate somewhere else, come home. My voice is the loudest.I've seen a meme going around asking for favorite first lines. That's mine. It's from Grace Paley's story The Loudest Voice about a young Jewish girl being cast in the school Christmas play because of her irrepressible voice. It's from Paley's The Little Disturbances of Man - her first collection of stories - energetic, humorous, and true. Paley died on Wednesday at 84. Donald Barthelme had called her early "a wonderful writer and troublemaker..." as Paley was know as much for being an activist as a writer. At least with all her wonderful stories, we'll never be able to quiet Grace Paley. Here is the Times obituary and Bookslut offers many more links to all things Paley.
Friday, August 24, 2007
The Loudest Voice
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I love the picture. That is how I want to be in my old age. Surrounded by good books.
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