Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Home, where my love lies waiting

When Nureyev went back to Russia, he said, he was accosted by an old woman who asked him, "Where is home for you?" And Nureyev said: "Home? What is home?" And the babushka replied: "Where someone waits for you."

from Andrew Holleran's Grief


Michael Guy said...

You are reading an intensely dark book. I found myself dreaming of Mary Todd Lincoln. Holleran is MY writer. I've not read anything of his that did not move me deeply...soulfully. I think he's brilliant; some would say darkly maudlin with no hope. Maybe that's the voice he reaches within me.

The Other Andrew said...

*click* *click* *click*

There's no place like home. There's no place like home...

::opens eyes::

Ah, shit.

Ur-spo said...

the babuska seems right to me.