I lived once in a burned-out Ford sedan. I knew only the make; its ornament stood, bald and undaunted, on the hood, but its word, the block script of its model, had been pried off by the junkyard hands of a drunk vandal, or perhaps just lost to dirty weather and the rising hunger of a purifying flame. I knew this as I myself had first been made and thenremade by the raw force of the elements, my name spoken and sung until it was a claim broken and spun like the clear web of a spider hanging from the rearview mirror of a burned-out Ford sedan.
Aisha Sabatini Sloan
Episode 22: “Form and Formlessness”
In an essay specially commissioned for the podcast, Aisha Sabatini Sloan describes rambling around Paris with her father, Lester Sloan, a longtime staff photographer for Newsweek, and a glamorous woman who befriends them. In an excerpt from The Art of Fiction no. 246, Rachel Cusk and Sheila Heti discuss how writing her first novel helped Cusk discover her “shape or identity or essence.” Next, Allan Gurganus’s reading of his story “It Had Wings,” about an arthritic woman who finds a fallen angel in her backyard, is interspersed with a version of the story rendered as a one-woman opera by the composer Bruce Saylor. The episode closes with “Dear Someone,” a poem by Deborah Landau.
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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