Alison Clement

observations from a novelist who sometimes wants to say something small and see it published immediately

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getting mad

  I  heard about this on The Thom Hartmann show this morning. It’s from Rosie O’Donnell’s blog (can that be right?) We had eight years of Bush and Cheney, Now you get mad!? You didn’t get mad when the Supreme Court stopped a legal recount and appointed a President. You didn’t get mad when Cheney allowed Energy company officials to dictate energy policy. You didn’t get mad when a covert […]

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and then the Mediterranean

from last summer, 10 July on the train I was wrong to pay attention to Rick Bragg’s disdain for wheels on suitcases. new goals: learn about: Lorca, Catalan cooking, the Spanish Civil War, the art of O’rsay. Study my Spanish. Although I pretended not to, I was able to understand a man who followed me along the waterfront in Barcelona. What is your name? What is your name? Do you […]

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tourist in Barcelona

9 July Fighting my way through The Rambla crowd (Lorca once said this was one street he wished would never end, but surely it was different during Lorca’s time) to the subway, on my way to #1 must see tourist attraction: Goudi’s Church of La Familia, when I turned back and found my way, finally, to this small cafe where I sit now, at a table by the window, drinking […]

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not a very good tourist

3 July, Paris People have very small cars here, if they have a car at all. Late afternoon, men ride bicycles home, long loaves of bread tucked under their arms. I have unsuccessfully tried to figure out if a machine near my hotel is a money machine or if it a ticket or a stamp machine. Today I am going to the park, Parc’ des Buttes, to read. I found […]

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full of beauty

2 July You can walk around a corner in Paris and see an ancient Roman bathhouse, a gorgeous building or monument, a garden, a plaque that says Manet was born here. I’m in the La Villotte neighbourhood. Parc’ des Buttes Chaumont is nearby, with a cave and waterfalls. Our room is too small for the two us, but right now I’m downstairs in the garden where it is pretty and […]

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24 June from Portland Airport You’d think I was awaiting execution, instead of the dream trip of my life, for all the worrying I’ve done. My naturopath says that anxiety and feelings of dread are not necessarily normal, which is news to me. 28 June on the ferry between Newhaven and Dieppe I guess I had imagined an open air boat, windy and crowded, huddling around cars, but the ferry […]

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not irreplaceable

12 June 2009 Yesterday was my last day of work at my school, after 13 years, which was more odd than sad. I will miss sitting in my rocking chair reading Bark, George; How Squirrel Got his Stripes; Pete, Smartypants at School; The Lorax; The Viper; The Greatest Power; Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People’s Ears. My hardest moment came when Robbie came to say goodbye. See you next year! he […]

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