April 22, 2020 § Leave a comment
In quarantine, I have come to appreciate the bold-line distinction between what is “out there” and what is “in here.” We tried to stock up for a long spring hibernation/estivation as any good prepper would, so it feels strange and risky whenever something new comes into one’s life and household.
I say this because I have a new story out in the world, circulating, for the first time in 2 years. Written long before anyone was quarantined, it is called “Dixie Whistle” and is set in Georgia in the 1980s, and I like to think that one of its themes is an idea of a mysterious and exciting “out there” that can really no longer carries that same sense of wonder, as technology allows us to be everywhere at once, Zooming into each others’ living rooms.
This one also features truckers, Pizza Hut, 70s game shows, and Honeycomb license plates.
Thanks to Greensboro Review editors Patricia Patterson and Evan Fackler.