Molly
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Molly
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Re: Molly
#2This is a very sad, though beautifully written, piece on a tragic character who, in all reality, is probably not as interesting as the post seems to suggest.
But I don't care. Some of the loves I've lost in my life in hindsight weren't what I thought they were at the time. And that's okay, because I need that memory to be there for me.
Re: Molly
#3It all makes perfect sense. When you decide to kill yourself, that is: the thoughts make perfect, logical sense. There's no fear when you truly want to die, you just get up off the couch, walk into the bathroom, down several bottles of pills, lie down with your cat, and wait for the end. If you choose to do it with a gun, however, the cops can't bust in to prevent it.
Re: Molly
#4This is a very sad, though beautifully written, piece on a tragic character who, in all reality, is probably not as interesting as the post seems to suggest. But I don't care. Some of the loves I've lost in my life in hindsight weren't what I thought they were at the time. And that's okay, because I need that memory to be there for me.
In contrast to your reading of this piece, I found it not only touching but it awakened my interest in her work. I don't share your assessment that she was a "character who, in all reality, is probably not as interesting as the post seems to suggest". But then again, I'm not even sure what you mean by that.
Re: Molly
#5This is a very sad, though beautifully written, piece on a tragic character who, in all reality, is probably not as interesting as the post seems to suggest. But I don't care. Some of the loves I've lost in my life in hindsight weren't what I thought they were at the time. And that's okay, because I need that memory to be there for me.
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Re: Molly
#6a summer trip to visit Poland and the Ukraine in search of her family’s origin, her father’s birthplace, a concentration camp that had since been wiped off the map... When she toured Auschwitz with an entirely French-speaking group, at the end of the tour, she asked the guide, in French, “Why is no one crying? But me?”
The piece also alludes to "unspeakable" things happening in her childhood.
Some things are incredibly hard to put down. Sometimes a person's childhood casts a dark shadow over the rest of their life. Like a deep shadow in winter where the snow refuses to melt even though the sun has come out and the temperatures have risen, sometimes the cold and dark of childhood refuses to leave one, no matter how hard they try to resolve it and no matter how much time has passed.
Re: Molly
#7This is a very sad, though beautifully written, piece on a tragic character who, in all reality, is probably not as interesting as the post seems to suggest. But I don't care. Some of the loves I've lost in my life in hindsight weren't what I thought they were at the time. And that's okay, because I need that memory to be there for me.
I choose to believe that to her husband, she was the most interesting.
Re: Molly
#8This is a very sad, though beautifully written, piece on a tragic character who, in all reality, is probably not as interesting as the post seems to suggest. But I don't care. Some of the loves I've lost in my life in hindsight weren't what I thought they were at the time. And that's okay, because I need that memory to be there for me.
This is an extraordinarily useless comment. In a piece that lays it bare, you somehow completely missed the meaning of why to write on love.
Re: Molly
#9a summer trip to visit Poland and the Ukraine in search of her family’s origin, her father’s birthplace, a concentration camp that had since been wiped off the map... When she toured Auschwitz with an entirely French-speaking group, at the end of the tour, she asked the guide, in French, “Why is no one crying? But me?” The piece also alludes to "unspeakable" things happening in her childhood. Some things are incredib…
Beautifully said.
Re: Molly
#10This is a very sad, though beautifully written, piece on a tragic character who, in all reality, is probably not as interesting as the post seems to suggest. But I don't care. Some of the loves I've lost in my life in hindsight weren't what I thought they were at the time. And that's okay, because I need that memory to be there for me.
Even now you prove her point.