Thanks for stirring up all my lovely NY memories. A beautiful piece that instantly transported me back to my former home. Much cheaper than a plane ticket!
--SS
02/03 |
I read, constantly hoping that I might have made the list...champagne and creme brulee at the Carlyle, gladly leaving a dinner only half-eaten... I tried to find the stories you gave me...something about your brother? Anyway, good to hear your voice, as it were...
--MHSF
01/31 |
Your piece reminds my of Joan Didion's "Goodbye to All That." It is very fine.
--JEPW
01/22 |
Really excellent. Write more!
--jrs
01/11 |
This reads like some late-night epiphany...or stream-of-consciousness event..it is direct, raw, uncompromisingly honest, and yet, rendered with such restraint and lack of pretentiousness that its impact takes you by suprise, it carries an odd after-play, like the chords of a beautiful arrangement...to install such a weight of emotions within several paragraphs is astonishing, I love your work
--KK
01/10 |
I'm very sad to see and to say rather than write, through a term of being, "notate", that all is left behind. Maybe when you look through razor set eyes all you will ever leave behind are your initials.
Inc.
Amnesty amidst sentence by sentence set in slight silence
Ghost in Stranger Angels
--JK
01/09 |
This piece was wonderful. It makes me feel sad and happy and nostalgic. I see so much of my life in this.
--gcc
12/27 |
What a life. What a poignant, painful, sweet way to write about it.
--GB
12/24 |
This is fantastic. Lovely, nicely done. Evoked deep emotions in me. Thank you.
--dpw
12/23 |
Very nice! This girl knows her way around the English language. And her book is called "Here Kitty Kitty", FYI.
--JZA
12/21 |
I absolutely loved this piece. If she has written a book, I want to read it.
--LO
12/21 |
It was good for me... thanks!
--PWC
12/19 |
A modern EB White, no? (Here is NY, of course). Anyone who can fluidly bring complete comfort and utter despair in the same paragraph clearly has arrived at the correct address. Well done. More please!
--tok
12/18 |
jardine, your piece stirred an uncomfortable recognition...a sadness borne of both isolation and memory, of the forlorn resonances that haunt anyone who has ever lived in the city, and the ever-advancing timeline of our own mortality. It evoked the transitory significance of other people in our lives, and the eventuual detatchment and alienation that overtakes us like a sentence...as we assimilate into a spiritual identity we recognize the artful cast of personal associations that have contributed in important ways to who we are, these residues inform the ineffable whispers of our soul...occasional images, words, sex transposed to glimpses, your story was heartbreakingly sad, and delicately beautiful.
--DL
12/17 |
This read like poetry. It evoked all the emotions I feel about home (Toronto).
--CLS
12/17 |
This is not a story, it is a checklist of Men I Have Known (in the Biblical sense), complete with word pictures. But I do like the conceit that meeting a stranger can make a place seem fresh and appealing all over again.
--FS
12/16 |
Evocative and lovely. Thanks.
--kas
12/16 |
I'm a huge nerve fan and the writing never disappoints. This piece though, is amazing. Very eloquently captured and expressed. Well done!
--SB
12/16 |
That was beautiful.
--GDE
12/16 |
I enjoyed this but ultimately it strikes me as a little disjointed .... though maybe that's part of the point.
There's a detatchment, a disengagement, a sense that you are looking at your life like an observer rather than experiencing it as a participant...but again that may just be a feeling, a conceit of the piece
I especially liked this paragraph:
"Once upon a time, I thought my life would crystallize into a story. All the events would eventually make sense. New friends would accumulate into a community. Where I lived would finally start to feel like home. The world would become less and less strange. "
When I was a kid, I assumed I'd grow up, go to college, and then the rest of my life would sort of naturally fall into place. But I never did figure out the one thing that I wanted to be/do when I grew up. I still don't know. I'm 37. Unemployed. Often lonely. Friends my age have wives, kids, houses, boats. This was all supposed to make so much more sense by now..
--twj
12/16 |
I don't know, felt like there was something missing, although there were some beautiful lines.
--mm
12/16 |
Your words perfectly captured the new york experience. amazing
--ta
12/16 |
i love your writing. it describes exactly what i feel about montreal, about letting go, about feeling, too, that surely all of this will start to make sense? and the "newness" that ends the piece--perfect. thank you. i want to read more of your work.
--LA
12/16 |
Very captivating. It makes me want to go home(NYC).
--jn
12/16 |
Wow! Really good writing. Not just about sex. Loved it.
--CC
12/16 |
love this Jardine ... really beautiful. it's not so much the story of your life you evoke as the non-story -- the tension between the real discontinuity of experiences and relationships and people in this city, separated from our desire to weave it all together into a romantic comedy or drama. really nicely done.
--ted
12/16 |
As a newcomer to the city, I'm discovering now what you discovered then and am inspired to take with me all these experiences I'm accumulating and turn them into a story of my own life. Thank you for revealing yours. :)
--WBB
12/16 |
That was really lovely, beautiful writing: evocative of the City and your life in it. Keep it up.
--jrs
12/16 |
send feedback on "Angels, Ghosts and Strangers"
back to "Angels, Ghosts and Strangers" |
