I love that the narrator kept the watch. He’s a sly little devil and I like it.
And Lambs Grandma is amazingly written Troy.
I really liked this description, it just got me:
“Eighty years distilled into two rooms and a kitchenette: furniture on furniture, shelf upon shelf; pictures and paintings, cheek by jowl; boxes and baubles; books and birdcages (empty, flown the coop.)”
Hey Troy. Firstly, sorry for being slow on getting to this. I know, I know, no-one should apologise for when they get to a post, but usually I'm really good with keeping up with my top-tier reads (yes, that's a thing; yes, you're in it 😉) but man is work sucking the life out of me at the moment.
Anyway, I'm here. This has brightened the very first moment of my morning before I head off.
As Chloe notes, the parentheses are just genius. Witty and clever. I don't know how you do it.
I also love the clear shift in tone and style you have established between D and Lamb. It's brilliant.
I love how each of these chapters are like, nested Russian dolls, stories within stories. I marvel at your economy of words, it takes so few for you to create a complete vignette. Bravo!
Wonderful writing, Troy! The way "she means" is repeated and leads us up to that last line...Just beautifully done! Grandma Lamb is a wonderful addition to the family.
Omg that last line!!!!! I nearly spit out my water. Grandma Lamb, my god am I happy you were in Lamb’s life. What a spirit, what an open-minded, perceptive old crone. I love how you illustrate her fading mind without ever spelling it out, just Lamb making corrections in his journal for her. I’m sad this may’ve been the last encounter…. though maybe in your digging, something else will surface? I hope so. What a special relationship, I’m not ready to let it go.
This is an utterly delightful turn of events, that we get to meet Lamb's grandma. I love that she thinks her daughter is a 'beige wit', this likely makes every reader fall immediately in love with her!
I look forward to listening to your chat with Kimberly.
I love that the narrator kept the watch. He’s a sly little devil and I like it.
And Lambs Grandma is amazingly written Troy.
I really liked this description, it just got me:
“Eighty years distilled into two rooms and a kitchenette: furniture on furniture, shelf upon shelf; pictures and paintings, cheek by jowl; boxes and baubles; books and birdcages (empty, flown the coop.)”
Oh my goodness, Lamb’s grandma!! Love, love, love her so very much. Grateful she was part of his life and what formed him. 😍
What a moving piece, Troy. I love the way you brought Lamb's gramdma to life. Beautifully done.
I love grandma Lamb, I think I've actually met her! This works so well, and the clock is divine too. The last line made me smile, so good all around!
Hey Troy. Firstly, sorry for being slow on getting to this. I know, I know, no-one should apologise for when they get to a post, but usually I'm really good with keeping up with my top-tier reads (yes, that's a thing; yes, you're in it 😉) but man is work sucking the life out of me at the moment.
Anyway, I'm here. This has brightened the very first moment of my morning before I head off.
As Chloe notes, the parentheses are just genius. Witty and clever. I don't know how you do it.
I also love the clear shift in tone and style you have established between D and Lamb. It's brilliant.
Honestly, I don't think I've ever appreciated parentheses so much as I did in this piece. You are brilliant, my dear 💜
I love the rhythm of "boxes and baubles; books and birdcages".
I love how each of these chapters are like, nested Russian dolls, stories within stories. I marvel at your economy of words, it takes so few for you to create a complete vignette. Bravo!
What a wonderful character addition. And the details always building - the paragraph starting with “eighty years...”, just so lovely, Troy. 🩵👵🏼🪷
Wonderful writing, Troy! The way "she means" is repeated and leads us up to that last line...Just beautifully done! Grandma Lamb is a wonderful addition to the family.
Omg that last line!!!!! I nearly spit out my water. Grandma Lamb, my god am I happy you were in Lamb’s life. What a spirit, what an open-minded, perceptive old crone. I love how you illustrate her fading mind without ever spelling it out, just Lamb making corrections in his journal for her. I’m sad this may’ve been the last encounter…. though maybe in your digging, something else will surface? I hope so. What a special relationship, I’m not ready to let it go.
I can't wait to read this tonight. Saving it now and I'll return once Lamb is sitting at my table.
We all need a Gramma Lamb!!
This is an utterly delightful turn of events, that we get to meet Lamb's grandma. I love that she thinks her daughter is a 'beige wit', this likely makes every reader fall immediately in love with her!
I look forward to listening to your chat with Kimberly.
Amazing. Colorful and witty. I love grandma Lamb. Beware the butt flu...