I spent a decent amount of time looking for additional works
and a short biography of this author and came up empty. Even tapped into the Literature Resource Center…no
dice.
The Contributor’s Notes state that Robinson worked at
several newspapers (not sure if he was a reporter…could have been a pressman) and
he did mention that when he submitted the story to The New Yorker he was
retired and that this was his first published story.
I enjoyed the story –
nice winding piece about how we end up becoming our parents (or father).
I have my own anxieties about raising W that I've shared
here but this story doesn't have the pull for me to share more or delve deeper
into my feelings right now. I know for
sure there will be plenty of time for venting in the future.
My Uncle Art wrote this delightful work and it chronicled my father's family & experiences. to read this story again, taps at my heartstrings and makes it all the easier to understand the machinations of the life of my father. There is much much more to his story than we can read here or in the story itself. My father's personal story is one of resilience, humour, positivity, and creativity. It's kinda like knowing the artist of a particular work that makes you appreciate the work that much more. Amy Robinson Steinmetz arobin7558@verizon.net
ReplyDeleteSomeday, when I learn to write, I hope I prevail with an interesting story; it is said that to be a good writer, you must read alot. I can't, never could and it always made me feel bad. Like, what if I chose to live alot rather than read alot. Somehow, I find that so much more interesting.
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