She’s at National Airport (she’s too ancient a Washingtonian to use its new name) on a drippy dreary morning. Her flight to Chicago leaves soon.
La Kid slumps in a chair next to her (UD‘s taking part in an MLA panel; La Kid‘s visiting a friend at the University of Chicago).
Airports make UD morbid. They make her spiritual in a tedious and neurotic way.
For the last half hour, with deep melancholy sighs, she’s been humming Panis Angelicus to herself.
She will blog from Chicago, of course.
January 11th, 2014 at 9:35AM
Yes, airports make us feel strange. Ursula Le Guin made something intriguing out of that feeling in her story collection Changing Planes.
January 11th, 2014 at 10:45AM
I saw LeGuin years ago at the University of Chicago at a conference on narrative. She was charming, quirky, full of ideas.