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inher life was sufficiently interesting or shameful.
merit hiding; no one knew about the squirrel's skull
beneath her bed, but no one wanted to know. None
of this was particularly an affliction; or rather, it
appeared so only in retrospect, once a solution had
been found.
At the age of eleven she wrote her first story-a
foolish affair, imitative of half a dozen folktales and
lacking, she realized later, that vital knowingness
50 about the ways of the world which compels a reader's
respect. But this first clumsy attempt showed her that
the imagination itself was a source of secrets; once
she had begun a story, no one could be told. Pretending in words was too tentative, too vulnerable, too embarrassing to let anyone know. Even writing out the she saids, the and thens, made her wince, and she felt foolish, appearing to know about the emotions of an imaginary being. Self-exposure was inevitable the moment she described a character's weakness; the reader was bound to speculate that she was describing herself. What other authority could she have? Only when a story was finished, all fates resolved and the whole matter sealed off at both ends so it resembled, at least in this one respect, every other finished story in the world
could she feel immune, and ready to punch holes in
the margins, bind the chapters with pieces of string,
paint or draw the cover, and take the finished work to
show to her mother, or her father. when he was home.
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