Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Goya's Saturn Devouring His Son speaks to me. My mother kept secrets and tried, but failed, to teach me to keep them, too. "Never tell a man anything," she said, "he'll just throw it in your face later."
She left my father and returned to her father taking me and my brother with her. Her life was hard, made more bitter by my insistence, finally, on setting the record straight.
Given a choice, she might have preferred Delacroix's Medea, below, especially if she thought it might prevent me from publishing the following:
"Family Traditions: Writing Fiction From Real Life
Poetry and Prose from In Posse Review