A Gate at the Stairs

Geology, Sufism, Wine Tasting, British Lit., Soundtracks to War Movies.  There was a rumor that several of us were about to be thrown out of Wine Tasting, as we were underage and some computer or other — not the original one — had just noticed.  Just as well, perhaps.  A grasp of oakiness had continued to elude me.  I got citrus and buttery and chocolate, but violet, too, proved difficult.  Was it all just baloney?  The grind of the semester seemed to be taking place off to one side of me.  Still, I did try.  I would do my work at night, dive into the blue of my computer screen, which would wash on like a California pool.  Then, l after swimming in it for a while, I’d come tiredly to the surface with bits of this or that–in my hair, if not in my head.  My computer desktop indicated I was at least working on things.  I was starting, then starting over fresh without deleting the first thing: my screen looked like an aquarium where a hundred tiny square-finned fish had died, randomly frozen in place.  Except for the Sufism, taught by the Donegal don, classes marched along forgettably.

A Gate at the Stairs was my first exposure to writer Lorrie Moore.  It was an interesting book.


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