Originally written as a short story, “Anaconda” became a chapter in Bright Angel Time, my first novel. I wrote it a long time ago and hadn’t looked back until I had the lovely chance to hear “Anaconda” read by Lindsay Crouse. She read it to an audience at The Getty Center in Los Angeles and then a few Sundays ago it was aired on Selected Shorts. I am over the moon. Thank you Selected Shorts and Sarah Montague and Katherine Minton and Symphony Space! Listen here, if you like
This was a happy day. Four little girls running around with hundreds and hundreds of sheep, across the Scottish moors on the island of Colonsay. We were living there. I was three years old. All my father wanted was to catch and hold one of those little lambs. He succeed, clearly. My mother caught it with her camera, forty-five years ago.
I’ve been given many reasons to ponder the nature of friendship these past months — a most cherished value, to be a good friend. I certainly haven’t come up with anything new or profound, but this song, Sonya Alone, heard at Dave Malloy’s exhilarating electropop opera, Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812, says everything I feel about what a great friendship should be, especially a friendship between girls. It makes me ache each time I hear Brittain Ashford sing Sonya’s heartbreaking aria for Natasha. Listen.