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Iris, an American classical harp student living in Toronto, becomes entranced with a bohemian group of rock musicians, particularly guitarist Mink Lasher, who may or may not have supernatural powers.
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Laurel Federbush is an Ann Arbor, Michigan-based freelance harpist and writer. She graduated from the University of Toronto with a Bachelor's in Music, and received her Master's and Doctorate in Musical Arts from the University of Michigan. She has produced two recordings of her solo harp compositions, co-produced two recordings of original poetry with harp and electronic instrumental accompaniment, and written a book of poetry. Ms. Federbush is also known as a writer of letters to the editor about a variety of social issues and about rock bands.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
That July my mother and I went on a trip out west. We stayed at a bed and breakfast in Sedona, Arizona. Mystical Sedona, city of crystals and vortices and U.F.O.'s. That's why my eccentric uncle Murray lived there, and that's also what made Sedona the butt of jokes by less imaginative skeptics. Fiery, jewel-hued rocks jutted up to the sky in a million phantasmagorical shapes, only to dissolve into an all-encompassing night. Silent stars hovered in the clear sky, brilliant and omniscient. Anything was possible.
Two nights later, we slept on the edge of the Grand Canyon. It was terrifying - I was certain that we would fall in. The gigantic chasm seemed like a black hole. But in the morning, waking up from a fitful sleep in the car, I witnessed the most spectacular sunrise I had ever seen.
Then California. We coasted along Route 1, which flirted curvaceously with the Pacific. The Hearst castle rose up, far in the distance, on the left. The day was bright and endless. We scanned the whitecaps crashing below us for shapes of sea lions. We didn't see any, but we could have. We could have seen mermaids. Anything was possible. Anything.
In those wild, overblown western landscapes, I dared to make my biggest, most extravagant wish: I wanted to be Mink's wife.
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To be Mink's wife...my dream...
Yet that exalted state lay beyond the scope even of my dreams. It was all I could do to summon up hazy pictures cobbled together from my memories of Ruby and him; and I was certainly no Ruby.
As Mink's wife I would share his bed...
That was by far the most difficult part to imagine. I had, in the course of my life, seen naked men: my father and my brother, very rarely, in person; and others represented in artwork and on film. All this had given me some concept of the male anatomy. But I doubted that Mink would resemble any of these models.
In fact, I doubted that his anatomy was human. Could any human conceive the unearthly sounds that he did on his guitar? My mind conjured up images of him as some sort of serpentine dragon, and I would hardly have been surprised to learn that beneath his clothing he had scales. Although he appeared somewhat small in stature, I attributed to him fantastical powers to uncoil and expand to immense proportions, so huge that I could never envision him in his entirety. Embracing me after many a show, his drenched body, at once cool and hot, had soaked me through my blouse as if with the waters of some primordial lake. I assumed that with marriage I would attain degrees of intuition that would help me satisfy his still unfathomable needs.
To be his wife...if such a creature could truly have a wife, I would be the one.
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Book Description Trafford Publishing, 2006. Paperback. Condition: New. Seller Inventory # DADAX1412000270
Book Description Trafford on Demand Pub, 2003. Paperback. Condition: Brand New. third printing edition. 164 pages. 8.75x6.00x0.50 inches. In Stock. Seller Inventory # zk1412000270