‘Eau de Lamb’, how neat and moving! I have a dear friend who is like a big brother to me, in that he’s protective and even indulgent towards me. When he stays over at mine or when I stay over at his, I can smell him in his room. I’m a constant bag of nerves, but his smell can, albeit momentarily, make me feel relaxed and safe.
Thank you for your lovely stories, Troy. It may take me a while to catch up on the whole series, but I’m enjoying every single instalment of it.
Bravo, Troy. That's all I've got--I'm loving this so far. I read aloud often (I think it has a lot to do with my day job and staring at a screen for days in a row, but now when I read silently, I tend to skim, so reading aloud slows me down), and the voice in here is wonderful. The rhythm. Excited to read future installments!
This idea of the perfume fading...it's like holding onto grief, isn't it? Trying to feel those memories of a person and then they start drifting away in an uncontrollable way. Or at least pieces of them. I guess with smells I often find (not just if you lose someone, one way or another) that they can come back and hit you at another moment when you're not prepared for it. I guess music is like this, too.
The voice is everything here and I'm looking forward to this story told from Lamb's perspective.
Giving us (the reader) these different snippets of Lambs story through letters, his belongings (the smell was a beautiful touch), stories from his friends, and soon a short story. It is a masterful way to use mystery to keep us pulling at this thread.
Saved this for my Sunday morning treat. And oh, a face full of lamb. Did not disappoint.
You’ve brought Lamb to life so well that, despite what we already know, I ache for him to be at that camper, flower tattoos gleaming in the sun as he harvests nasturtium.
The line "Now that the boxes are open and it’s all been airing out for a while, the smell is gone." made me cry. It holds so much inside - nostalgia, love, comfort, grief, severance, joy, death even. What a heartrending story that leaves so many questions unanswered, maybe or maybe not for the best.
Totally hooked. And sweet Lamb. Can’t help but picture him with four hooves now, nibbling around on fresh grass. Someone’s disappearance can be so unsettling. I learned about my biological father’s disappearance through his siblings. The obvious culprit was a sailing accident. But with no body ever found, and get this, a book called Pseudocide on his bookshelf AND a draft of a short story in his last notebook about a sailor feigning his death...err...the mystery may never be solved. Eager to hear the pieces of Lamb’s story unfold.
I love how you characterize Lamb’s scent as though his presence is always there even years after he’s gone. It is so unusual how people and households have their own distinct smell, that is almost impossible to describe. As a writer, I find describing smells with any level of satisfaction the hardest thing to do. I love how the story is unfolding, and look forward to the next chapter. Reading in these little weekly sips is far more satisfying than I expected.
"I was always like, Ah yes, that whiff of “Eau de Lamb.” Even though he never lived on Guerrero with me, it hung around the whole time in the closet where I stored his clothes and boxes. I’d open the door and get a face full of Lamb, and it was like he was hiding in there or something, sometimes I opened it on purpose just to remember. Very strange."
Very strange, indeed and yet—so familiar! Great use of the senses here, Troy. Eau de Lamb!
Great continuation, looking forward to the next part.
"Now that the boxes are open and it’s all been airing out for a while, the smell is gone." Beautiful way to end this chapter, with Lamb's possessions standing in for him and beginning to fade...
Hey, I’m slowly catching up. And entering the world of Lamb.
‘Eau de Lamb’, how neat and moving! I have a dear friend who is like a big brother to me, in that he’s protective and even indulgent towards me. When he stays over at mine or when I stay over at his, I can smell him in his room. I’m a constant bag of nerves, but his smell can, albeit momentarily, make me feel relaxed and safe.
Thank you for your lovely stories, Troy. It may take me a while to catch up on the whole series, but I’m enjoying every single instalment of it.
"... and just live, grow his own food, read, write, be free of the trouble he always seemed to have dealing with people." Isn't this the dream?
Bravo, Troy. That's all I've got--I'm loving this so far. I read aloud often (I think it has a lot to do with my day job and staring at a screen for days in a row, but now when I read silently, I tend to skim, so reading aloud slows me down), and the voice in here is wonderful. The rhythm. Excited to read future installments!
Uggggh…you’re killin’ me, Smalls! This is why I’m usually a binger. TV, book series, etc. That’s ok. This is a good thing.
This idea of the perfume fading...it's like holding onto grief, isn't it? Trying to feel those memories of a person and then they start drifting away in an uncontrollable way. Or at least pieces of them. I guess with smells I often find (not just if you lose someone, one way or another) that they can come back and hit you at another moment when you're not prepared for it. I guess music is like this, too.
The voice is everything here and I'm looking forward to this story told from Lamb's perspective.
I love the way you’ve done this, Troy.
Giving us (the reader) these different snippets of Lambs story through letters, his belongings (the smell was a beautiful touch), stories from his friends, and soon a short story. It is a masterful way to use mystery to keep us pulling at this thread.
Another great instalment. :)
Our unique smell is so interesting, I love that you wove this characteristic into Lamb's story. Thank you Troy.
Saved this for my Sunday morning treat. And oh, a face full of lamb. Did not disappoint.
You’ve brought Lamb to life so well that, despite what we already know, I ache for him to be at that camper, flower tattoos gleaming in the sun as he harvests nasturtium.
Can’t wait to hear his short story.
The line "Now that the boxes are open and it’s all been airing out for a while, the smell is gone." made me cry. It holds so much inside - nostalgia, love, comfort, grief, severance, joy, death even. What a heartrending story that leaves so many questions unanswered, maybe or maybe not for the best.
Totally hooked. And sweet Lamb. Can’t help but picture him with four hooves now, nibbling around on fresh grass. Someone’s disappearance can be so unsettling. I learned about my biological father’s disappearance through his siblings. The obvious culprit was a sailing accident. But with no body ever found, and get this, a book called Pseudocide on his bookshelf AND a draft of a short story in his last notebook about a sailor feigning his death...err...the mystery may never be solved. Eager to hear the pieces of Lamb’s story unfold.
I love how you characterize Lamb’s scent as though his presence is always there even years after he’s gone. It is so unusual how people and households have their own distinct smell, that is almost impossible to describe. As a writer, I find describing smells with any level of satisfaction the hardest thing to do. I love how the story is unfolding, and look forward to the next chapter. Reading in these little weekly sips is far more satisfying than I expected.
"I was always like, Ah yes, that whiff of “Eau de Lamb.” Even though he never lived on Guerrero with me, it hung around the whole time in the closet where I stored his clothes and boxes. I’d open the door and get a face full of Lamb, and it was like he was hiding in there or something, sometimes I opened it on purpose just to remember. Very strange."
Very strange, indeed and yet—so familiar! Great use of the senses here, Troy. Eau de Lamb!
Great continuation, looking forward to the next part.
"Now that the boxes are open and it’s all been airing out for a while, the smell is gone." Beautiful way to end this chapter, with Lamb's possessions standing in for him and beginning to fade...
A most compelling continuation and circling back to Fugie and where this all began. More more more, please, Mr Troy.
Also, do I need to hit Subscribe again? Or not yet?
This story is intriguing, I am looking forward to the next episode.