books I’ve read in 2024 📖 no. 037
The Divorcées by Rowan Beaird
“I realized I had to leave. I just felt that if I stayed with him I’d not explode, but collapse in on myself. That I would disappear.”
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books I’ve read in 2024 📖 no. 037
The Divorcées by Rowan Beaird
“I realized I had to leave. I just felt that if I stayed with him I’d not explode, but collapse in on myself. That I would disappear.”
Reviewed: "The Divorcées" by Rowan Beaird
Being a lover of historical fiction novels has its pros and cons. A pro is that there are countless different types of historical fiction, though admittedly a lot of them are war-focused, and you’re never at a loss for options. A con is that it’s awfully easy to get stuck in a rut reading, i.e. reading war novels for example. Rowan Beaird’s The Divorcées balanced those two things very nicely for…
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Perennial by Rowan Beaird is an absolutely exquisite short story about tulips and grief, hugely recommend. You can read it for free here.
Recording from Rowan Beaird
In all the early photos of my life, you are wearing a long skirt. It is pleated, with an elastic waistband, patterned with purple and red Japanese flowers. I imagine you purchased it from one of the consignment stores in Lincoln Square, their window displays nothing more than dresses and shirts hung on latticed wood wound with fake ivy.
Listen to the recording of Rowan Beaird reading an excerpt from her Issue 17 fiction piece “Trousseau.”
By Rowan Beaird
"In all the early photos of my life, you are wearing a long skirt. It is pleated, with an elastic waistband, patterned with purple and red Japanese flowers. I imagine you purchased it from one of the consignment stores in Lincoln Square, their window displays nothing more than dresses and shirts hung on latticed wood wound with fake ivy. I imagine you kept wearing it because the polyester didn’t need to be dry-cleaned and you preferred not to shave your legs."
Rowan Beaird writes haunting fiction about bittersweet nostalgia for Issue 17. Read more in the link above!