Roots and Sources
It’s all about Roots and Sources.
Weird e-mail shuffled through, pursuant to the terms and conditions, and I was much vilified. Factually, a number of points were incorrect, and that brought up terribly mixed emotions. A previous mentor, instrumental and to this day, still instructional in my own work? He was attacked, too, and we were both lied about. That hurt, but slowly, over time, I realized I was conflated with a purely fictional personage.
Not the first time, probably won’t be the last.
Strange, because in other situations, different venues, the manner and nature of some of these relationships were discussed.
I graduated from ASU in 1991, and really, haven’t been back much. I last passed through that mentor’s kitchen, I’m guessing, dating it via a weblog? Fall of ’99, 9/6/1999 — it was good, as I knew I had an entry about that, I could date it by the book, books, I was reading.
The literature professor mentioned?
- He passed in 2021.
- He got me in the habit of writing about whatever I was reading at the time, and he got me in the habit of making notes in margins of books.
Turns out, it’s more than OK to disturb the sanctity of books — as long as they aren’t library books. Literature is supposed to be interactive.
For that? I’m eternally grateful.
