I recently finished reading a book by Julie Cohen.  The book is called ‘Dear Thing’.  The back cover of the book caught my eye.  This is what it read: 

Dear Thing,

 

Once upon a time, when we still believed in wishes, there lived a prince and a princess.  The prince was handsome and clever, and the princess was beautiful and good, and they were deeply in love.  

 

That’s something you might ask about one day, when you’re older.  What is love?  Some people think it’s magic.  Some people think it’s biology.  In this case, the prince and his princess seemed meant for each other.

 

I wish you’d been there to see it.  In a way, you were there; the princess and the prince had certainly thought of you.  They already wanted you.  A perfect child, who would make their love complete.

 

But the years went by, and went by … and you never appeared.

 

It’s not much of a fairy tale, is it?

 

I had to read it.  I took the book out the library on Wednesday, May 21 and finished reading it on Saturday, May 23 early hours of morning. Then I closed my eyes and had a nightmare.  It is not very often I dream a bad dream after reading a book about love, infertilty and sadness.  Dear Thing.. does have some really funny, hilarious parts.  It rips you to shreds, exposing fears of the characters.  You feel for the characters.  The book does have a lovely ending.  But we know in real life, life never has happy endings.  That is why the short stories I write always have a sad, unhappy endings.  That maybe why I am still unpublished.  

You can view the author’s website: http://www.julie-cohen.com

 

 

 

 

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Memories of M

I remember speaking to an old work colleague about our future plans.   We both were about in our early twenties.  I had two jobs at the time, working evenings in a busy food take away and in the day working in a grocery store, where my colleague M worked.  His mum would pick him up and drop him off, he lived in a village couple of miles away.  While I just walked to work.  

M was a tall, thin guy, with long grisly mousy brown hair.  He always wore his shirt tucked out over his baggy trousers, he was a greb afterall.  Grebs I don’t know what you call them now.  People who were into rock music.  M was a year younger than me.  He knew some of my old childhood school friends, which he studied with in high school.  

Something struck me today, that made him remember him.  My good friend.  We used to have a lot of funny conversations about music and had a lot of interests in common.  Before I go off in another direction, lets get back to what I wanted to write about.

He was studying at university an engineer course and in his second year.  Myself, well, just working and spending all my free time on writing a novel, which is still incomplete and reading philosophy and anything else I could get my hands on.

M recommended me a book called ‘Beyond Good and Evil’  by philosopher Friedrich Nietziche.  Good read too.  

Anyway, I remember we were standing down the crisps and sweet aisle, can’t remember why we were both down there.  Filling up the shelves with crisps probably.  M asked me what I was going to do with my life.

“I don’t know,” I remember recalling, “Just go with the flow”.  

This wasn’t the main part of the conversation, there was something we talked about.. I can’t seem to get there.. as I can’t remember..

We talked about moving on, aims in life, buying your first home, making commitments.

I remember he told me he was terrified committing himself to a girl or getting married.

I guess I too, worried about getting married at that time,  Though I didn’t have the pressure of looking for the ideal suitor, that was my parents job.  So, luckily for me I was able to relax and when the time is right it will happen.  Marriage was not part of my future plan.  As you had all the extras that went with being a married couple.  The offspring side.  

I remember speaking to him and telling him i refuse to breed and it is easy for men to plant a seed and disappear.  Women are not factories.  There is more to life than this.  And M said it is part of evolution,  You can’t stop evolution.  

Then the debate began.