Wednesday, August 19, 2015
"These Short, Dark Days" by Alice McDermott
First Line: "February 3rd was a dark and dank day: cold, spitting rain all morning and a low, steel-gray sky in the afternoon."
Last Line: "When her young father, a motorman for the B.R.T. whose grave she never found, send her mother to do the shopping while he had himself a little nap."
I am working on another project right now, so I cannot take the time to pour accolades on this story. But I wanted to share it.
The visual imagery is bar-none and the examination of the ironies of power is a pleasure to read. Alice McDermott's craft is perceptive and sentient. Something happens - sad, to be sure - but this event spurs the very human nun into action, trying to weave a miracle despite the rules that hold her back.
This is a masterful piece.
Photo credit: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/78/McDermott.JPG/200px-McDermott.JPG