Ann Patchett, author of Bel Canto
Unfortunately I am posting this from Cape Cod and, back in July, I took my copy of Bel Canto, purchased last winter at the Medford Whole Foods, back to my parents’ house in Central Massachusetts. I should be returning there in a week or so and then will be able to share some of my favorite parts with you, as I am trying to do with Isn’t It Pretty To Think So? and the other books I still have with me.
I can’t believe I forgot about Bel Canto. I really am amazed. Especially since I sat out there on the porch my grandfather built in the late forties and cried my eyes out. I thought about everyone I love and why I love them and how empty and cold my life would be without them and I missed specific people so fiercely I’m surprised they couldn’t feel it (or maybe they could, they just didn’t ring me up to find out what was wrong). I’ve been a little reclusive this summer, for many reasons, but I don’t want to be; and, rereading what I wrote after reading this novel has reminded me why I don’t want to disconnect from my friends, from the people I love. Henry Miller’s rules for writers, emphasized putting writing first as well as putting people first. A contradiction to be sure, but one I understand and one I wish I were better at accomplishing. But I have faith that I will figure all this out and soon.