She drapes a towel over her shoulder hiding her left breast. Rather, the vivid red scars snaking her ribcage where her left breast was carved out.
She turns to her left, enough so that she looks whole. If she accidentally catches a glimpse of her reflection, that is.
Spraying the area with rubbing alcohol from the pump bottle — she still can’t bring herself to touch it — she switches the blow dryer to ‘low’ and dries under the towel. Then she spritzes Vitamin E and baby oil, even though it’s a lost cause. Those scars aren’t going anywhere.
She ties a robe loosely around her waist and shuffles to the kitchen. Hot cereal she enjoyed from childhood might help her feel a bit better.
A shadow crosses the window making her jump. But her imagination was playing tricks. Nobody had been in the garden since the day he left — coincidentally, the morning…
Norse discusses recently published letters he received as a
young writer from W.H. Auden.
Auden advised Norse to accept the locked doors of the
literary world as a sign of his true calling in life as a saint.
When Norse speaks of a politically correct left, he means an academic
élite that restrains the use of a certain kind of language even when it’s
essential to the work.
Section 3 of the interview closes with a question of identify:
“It seems to me that you’re making more than a writer when you take an illiterate and give him the ability to express himself with a self conscious understanding of his real social and political position. That is an extremely powerful thing to do and it can be devastating.”
Interview with Harold Norse, Part 1 Section 3- Saints and Self Destruction