Edward didn’t care, not really. He might have pretended, natural when a brother dies, but if his pretense went noticed or unnoticed, Edward didn’t much care about that, either.
Gracias, Casandra. Sí, la familia.. que tensiones a veces… de hecho. La imagen de esto cuento es del sistema de Substack, con la opción “genera.” Otras veces, he usado imágenes de otros lugares, pero recientemente, es más fácil para mi usar su sistema. Gracias otra vez!
Trees work well here, alive but unconscious, self-selected barriers, what gets in the way of sunlight. The dialogue on the way to North Hollywood is deft in showing how easy it is for people to not meet each other when talking. Edward's eulogy is engaging, and it was oddly rewarding to learn after the fact that he doesn't say it, only knows it himself for the first time. When we learn, not that the brothers had different dreams, were different people, John a poet, Edward an 8-year-old capitalist, but that Edward couldn't get the light he needed, couldn't be seen, there's an experience for the reader of trees suddenly out of the way. It also scans that the brother who got all the sunlight would be aware that he was getting shade from Edward ("Do you love me?"). I appreciate that without being likeable Edward is human.
Wow, what a nice comment. Thank you, Peter. When you say it, I see it, about the trees. It wasn't conscious on my part at the time, just worked out that way. And then the title followed.
Really appreciate your dive into it, gives me a new perspective. Thanks again.
A lyrical slice of family life. Family is complicated, and their impact on our psychology profound. This story captures that complication and impact beautifully and economically. I enjoyed this story a lot - I savored it over 2 (rather than my usual 1) cups of coffee. Well done, Victor, as always.
Thanks Mike, I really appreciate your thoughtful comments. Yes indeed, complicated, alright. There's a couple people out there in the world that I wish would see this, but I guess that would mean I'd have to go out of my way to bring it to their attention, ha, :) Hope you enjoyed your coffee. I'm on my 2nd, yum....
Que historia tan profunda con los sentimientos a flor de piel. Me hiciste cuestionarme sobre tantas cosas, por ejemplo sobre mi relación con familiares y amigos. Gracias por esta pieza Víctor, me gustó mucho el final.
Supongo que también me cuestiono sobre mis relaciones. Creo que sabes esto, y es posible que has visto esta historia antes, si no con las palabras del papel, las del aire. Gracias Mónica para leer y para tu comentario.
Me encanta como logras mostrar las tensiones familiares. Las imágenes son muy bonitas también, ¿de dónde las tomas?
Gracias, Casandra. Sí, la familia.. que tensiones a veces… de hecho. La imagen de esto cuento es del sistema de Substack, con la opción “genera.” Otras veces, he usado imágenes de otros lugares, pero recientemente, es más fácil para mi usar su sistema. Gracias otra vez!
Ay, Victor, a veces la palabra tácita es la única gracia que nos salva. Un cuento maravilloso.
Sí, estoy de acuerdo que es mejor a dejar las palabras adentro, si no sirven ayudar. Gracias Sharron para leer y tu comentario.
Magnificent!
Thank you, Liz. I'm glad you liked it.
Trees work well here, alive but unconscious, self-selected barriers, what gets in the way of sunlight. The dialogue on the way to North Hollywood is deft in showing how easy it is for people to not meet each other when talking. Edward's eulogy is engaging, and it was oddly rewarding to learn after the fact that he doesn't say it, only knows it himself for the first time. When we learn, not that the brothers had different dreams, were different people, John a poet, Edward an 8-year-old capitalist, but that Edward couldn't get the light he needed, couldn't be seen, there's an experience for the reader of trees suddenly out of the way. It also scans that the brother who got all the sunlight would be aware that he was getting shade from Edward ("Do you love me?"). I appreciate that without being likeable Edward is human.
Wow, what a nice comment. Thank you, Peter. When you say it, I see it, about the trees. It wasn't conscious on my part at the time, just worked out that way. And then the title followed.
Really appreciate your dive into it, gives me a new perspective. Thanks again.
A lyrical slice of family life. Family is complicated, and their impact on our psychology profound. This story captures that complication and impact beautifully and economically. I enjoyed this story a lot - I savored it over 2 (rather than my usual 1) cups of coffee. Well done, Victor, as always.
Thanks Mike, I really appreciate your thoughtful comments. Yes indeed, complicated, alright. There's a couple people out there in the world that I wish would see this, but I guess that would mean I'd have to go out of my way to bring it to their attention, ha, :) Hope you enjoyed your coffee. I'm on my 2nd, yum....
Que historia tan profunda con los sentimientos a flor de piel. Me hiciste cuestionarme sobre tantas cosas, por ejemplo sobre mi relación con familiares y amigos. Gracias por esta pieza Víctor, me gustó mucho el final.
Supongo que también me cuestiono sobre mis relaciones. Creo que sabes esto, y es posible que has visto esta historia antes, si no con las palabras del papel, las del aire. Gracias Mónica para leer y para tu comentario.
Beautifully done Victor. Complicated feelings explored, a satisfying resolution after a near disaster of a eulogy not delivered.
Thanks Jim. Glad you liked it, friend. And yes, thankfully Edward remembered to hold his tongue this time.
You did this perfectly.
I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jeanne, and many thanks for your lovely comment.