September 11, 2006
Visiting New Orleans was one of the most profound events of my life. Flying home into NYC, directly over Lower Manhattan, on the eve of the fifth anniversary of 9/11, made the emotions brought about by our trip all the more intense.
Given the day, I thought I would share a story I wrote. It's about the nature of tragedy and it's both funny, absurd and very sad.
"The BBC," Fourteen Hills, Spring/Summer 2002, pgs. 36-40.
© 2002 by Cara Davis
I couldn't get it all in one pdf document. The Fabulous Bookish Girl merged the documents together for me! Thanks Wendy! I hope you don't have any trouble reading it. You will need Adobe Reader to view it. Thank you.)
Posted by Cara at September 11, 2006 12:09 AM
That is a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing it with us. I have a friend who would be a great memeber of the BBC, as her birthday is today.
Posted by: Whitney at September 11, 2006 08:04 AM
I'll look forward to reading your story later on today. Thanks for making it available, hon!
Posted by: Carole at September 11, 2006 08:07 AM
That's a wonderful story. Great concept and I love the ending.
Posted by: liz at September 11, 2006 08:27 AM
Wonderful story - thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Lisa at September 11, 2006 09:30 AM
I loved the short story, Cara, and I would love to hear your impressions of New Orleans........I've been there 5 times since Katrina, and every time, I am just overwhelmed with the destruction and the lack of progress rebuilding.
Posted by: christine at September 11, 2006 09:37 AM
This is one of the most interesting and incredible stories I have ever read. You laugh until you realize the weight of it all and then it's hard to even think you could laugh. What a talent you have for writing. Thank you for sharing it.
Posted by: margene at September 11, 2006 09:41 AM
I was at both JFK and LaGuardia last night - we could have run into each other!
That's a fabulous story, too. I'm actually mentioned in the BBC - otherwise known as Princess Di (my 21st birthday, actually).
Posted by: Sarah at September 11, 2006 10:18 AM
Great story (sniffle). And thanks to you I now know that I share a birthday with Handel. That wouldn't get me in, would it? but I love his music.
Posted by: Lucia at September 11, 2006 10:57 AM
i can't wait to read it later. much to reflect about on a day like today.
Posted by: margaux at September 11, 2006 11:12 AM
thank you. That is beautiful.
Posted by: Mama-E at September 11, 2006 11:12 AM
Lovely story, Cara.
Posted by: Amy at September 11, 2006 11:47 AM
In being courious, I looked up on this day for my birthday, Sept 4 - Nothing bad happened, but I share a birthday with Beyonce, Mike Piazza and Mitzi Gaynor and Kelly Clarkson was voted the first American Idol
Posted by: Karen at September 11, 2006 03:23 PM
jeezus, Cara. … well done.
Posted by: spinneret at September 11, 2006 06:38 PM
I was thinking about this story today, actually, and here you've posted it! I'm glad you shared it. Fitting.
Posted by: cari at September 11, 2006 07:32 PM
Did you go to SFSU? I worked in the English Dept. Office until 2001--MA Lit.
Posted by: Mags at September 11, 2006 08:50 PM
Oh great. I read the thing in pieces! Fabulous. Scared to look up my birthday now. Maybe it I'm Sacking of Rome or something. I won't get elected dog catcher. xoxo Kay
Posted by: Kay at September 11, 2006 09:37 PM
Thanks for sharing your story Cara.
As I drove into my driveway this evening, I saw, over the hills, the beam of light from lower Manhattan, honoring the victims. Five years ago, over the same hills I watched in horror, the plume of smoke.
Posted by: Kirsten at September 11, 2006 11:00 PM
I've read that short stories are one of the most difficult things to write well: I think yours is a resounding success. I particularly like the way you've shown that people are driven to compete for the strangest things. Thank you; I hope you'll excuse me as I go to see if anything 'Bad' has happened on my birthday. Although it is certain that terrible things happen somewhere, to someone, every day.
Posted by: sarah at September 12, 2006 04:39 AM
I'm Owen Meany. Do awful fictional deaths count? Thanks for the story, Cara.
Posted by: Cristina at September 12, 2006 10:57 AM
GREAT story Cara! Thanks for making it available to download. You're a very talented writer. :)
Posted by: Laura at September 12, 2006 11:12 AM
Great story, Cara. One of my sons is JFK.
Posted by: Kirsten at September 12, 2006 03:07 PM
What a wonderful short story. It's clever and creative and says so much. I think it's not fair that you have so so much creativity -- photography, knitting, spinning, writing. Whew. What can't you do? This just impressed the hell out of me, Cara.
Posted by: SallyA at September 12, 2006 10:38 PM