All posts tagged: fiction

“The Tale” opens dialogue about sexual abuse for BU community

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Audience at Boston University College of Communication before a screening of “The Tale” on Friday, November 9, 2018. / Photo by Mariana Sánchez    BOSTON, November 10, 2018 – “This film was created to start a dialogue,” Jennifer Fox said before screening her movie “The Tale” at Boston University last night as part of the series Cinemathèque. The film, directed by Fox, is a fictionalized version of the sexual abuse she experienced at 13.   “People need to know that it happens, it’s real, and that woman just don’t imagine it”, Gerald Peary, curator of Cinemathèque, said on why he programmed the movie. Cinemathèque is a series of film screenings and conversations with their creators organized by the Department of Film and Television at BU opened to the general public.   “The Tale” narrates the story of how Fox, played by Laura Dern, in her forties reframed what she used to call her first relationship. Mrs. G (Elizabeth Debicki), her riding coach, groomed her into a relationship with Bill (Jason Ritter) a middle-aged former athlete …

The Opposite Of Loneliness

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“The Opposite of Loneliness” is a collection of short stories and essays by Marina Keegan. The book was published due to the author’s untimely death. She passed away in a car accident only five days after her college graduation. She was 22. We can debate on whether Keegan’s work would have been published if she were alive or if her potential would have been met and made her a famous writer. This is what we have, a small collection of her written works put together by her loved ones and the reality that she can’t defend herself from her critics. The book comes with the tragedy of her author attach to it. It can guide our reading on how we judge this work. At least, it steered my own experience. It reminded me of the fragility and finite bounds that encompass our lives. Our potential could be unlocked at any moment, in a month, a year, a decade, or not at all. Maybe we’ll never live up to it. It can slip away from our …

Dios, el amor y ella

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«Yo sólo puedo quererte». Así te respondí aquella noche de febrero cuando en mi insolencia eras para mí un fantasma parisino. Te busqué, te besé, me equivoqué y traté de disipar esa espesa niebla. ¡Ay de mí! Pensaba que tenía otra opción. Fui un insensato. En mi ansia una bestia me rondaba por el día agazapada entre las sombras que proyectan los árboles y de noche a mi lado, sobre mi cama, le cantaba hasta que ambos dormíamos sin querer. Creí nunca dudar de tu naturaleza superior y cuando al final te tomé de la mano temí poseerte y luego perderte, como el mendigo que se aferra al incipiente recuerdo de un pasado podrido. Perdido en esa punzante angustia. Así, celada sed, para cuando llegaste ahogado de pena y desconsuelo estaba. Pero ¿será que te pierdo? Sólo deshabitado de mí en la blasfemia, con cada soberbio e imprudente trago. Voy andando al encuentro de mi ausencia en ti, mientras tú, divina, que no estás aquí pero sí allí donde se mira con el corazón… … …

Whishing you well

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I wish I could write you an email. Just press send and be done with it. But apparently I have too much self-respect, or at least that’s what I tell myself.   Sometimes I think is just fear paralyzing me as usual.   Sometimes I wish my pain were unshared. I wish I were the only leaving soul with this wrecked heart and I knew for a fact that no one had their existence questioned because the pain of moving on was unbearable.   I wish you thought of me every time you fuck her. I even wish you couldn’t fuck her at all. I wish you could crawl to my feet and I would have the strength to crush you as you crushed me.   Is this human?   Nothing else compares to the need of being loved or set right.   Even when you thought that you moved on you’re set back by the most insignificant thing. Again you become the worst version of yourself, the one you swear you can’t recognize but …