My father wrote beautifully,” Esmé interrupted. “I’m…
““My father wrote beautifully,” Esmé interrupted. “I’m saving a number of his letters for posterity.” I said that sounded like a very good idea. I happened to be looking at her enormous-faced, chrono-graphic-looking wristwatch again. I asked if it had belonged to her father. She looked down at her wrist solemnly. “Yes, it did,” she said. “He gave it to me just before Charles and I were evacuated.” Self-consciously, she took her hand off the table, saying, “Purely as a momento, of course.” She guided the conversation in a different direction. “I’d be extremely flattered if you’d write a story exclusively for me sometime. I’m an avid reader.” I told her I certainly would, if I could. I said that I wasn’t terribly prolific. “It doesn’t have to be terribly prolific! Just so that isn’t childish and silly.” She reflected. “I prefer stories about squalor.” “About what?” I said, leaning forward. “Squalor. I’m extremely interested in squalor.””
About This Quote
Source Novel: Unpublished manuscript excerpt, 1950s
A conversation reveals a desire for authentic, gritty storytelling and a personal connection through shared memories.
In simple terms: She wants stories about hardship and authenticity.
Write honest, raw narratives.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- writing commissions
- personal memoirs
- archival preservation
- creative collaborations
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What does “squalor” represent for you?
- How can you balance rawness with hope?
The focus on squalor may limit broader appeal.