The Host

November 24, 2013


Betsy Warland read the following piece aloud at a literary dinner I attended recently. The room was struck dumb, a heretofore impossible achievement among this group of turbo-engaging writers. Writing has variously been described as an act of control and a letting go of the self, but I have never encountered Betsy's invocation of writing as an extreme act of submission. The truth of her piece caused a reality shift inside me. Here it is:

from The Memoir Project 2013
by Betsy Warland

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