It's "Two Writers, No Waiting" around here.
Len Lamberg is my husband. Len has created a website for himself via the content management system Drupal. And no, there’s no way to subscribe although you can follow him on Facebook; he posts new stuff there. Mostly you just have to go look at his website from time to time to see what he’s put there lately. Kind of like a low rent museum.
On one of our early dates he was talking about the play Hamlet and I was talking about existential eschatology (not kidding, that was the conversation). When he quoted Hamlet’s line “This most excellent canopy, the air” I thought he said “Post-exilic anomy.” I was utterly impressed at Len’s perfect line (which was mine, you see the joke here?). It took us a while to figure out where each of us had gone. Our life has been like this. We bounce off each other and sometimes we bounce so hard we completely miss each other. But it’s interesting.
Both if us grew up in families that were half secure and loving, half unpredictable and weird. What, you never tried to align premillennial religion with upper middle class alcoholism? Reading was and continues to be the pressure relief valve of our lives. When readers like us meet each other, whoosh, life becomes an ever-spouting fountain of words, thoughts, observations, and opinions.
This quote is from Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr, which I’m reading this week. “A text – a book – is a resting place for the memory of people who have lived before. A way for the memory to stay fixed after the soul has traveled on.”
And here we are.
Len and I write in different directions. You know how I write. My essays and columns are about what I see and care about. My fiction is often about older women because I think we’ve been short-changed in literature. As if we are placeholders and not actual human beings with interior lives.
Len loves science and technology. He observes the world carefully – often from his bike. His brain works in series and steps; he’s exceptionally patient once he understands where he wants to go and what he wants to accomplish. He’s always looking for underlying structure. Since high school he’s carried a camera most of the time.
We are in the part of our lives where we look back. Len’s going through old slides and sometimes he publishes them at his website. I love his photos from a grain elevator fire that happened in Alberta, Canada, in 1973. https://lenlamberg.com/articles/fire-prairies
I will try to alert you when he puts new things at his site, but right now, I want to let you know Len is visiting old places and writing new thoughts. Some of you will want to look.
It’s two writers and no waiting in our messy one-cat office.
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