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I think my favorite part of the story is the description of the narrator blowing the dust off the record and dropping it "soft as a bed sheet that last half inch to the turntable." It adds a sensual subtext to the story that I love. Would the story even have worked with an iPod connected to a set of speakers?
First, Stefani, I want to thank you for publishing the story and for allowing me to discuss it with you.

I was concerned that line would be almost nostalgic because so many people have fond memories of putting an album on the stereo. But it was a good place to emphasize the sensuality the repressed, even compressed sensuality that is at the core of the story. The touch of the album, the way you don't take your eyes off of it until it is settled onto the turntable, the suspension, the need to take care of this fragile object, is mostly lost when we deal with iPods or most other digital devices. And that type of music, Sam Cooke or Otis Redding, will always be associated with stereos and albums in my mind.

There seems to be an almost erotic triangle between the narrator, the uncle, and the "pale young man." Who is the pale young man, and why does he remain nameless? Also, would you agree on the 'erotic' reading or is this a case of a reader's imagination gone wild?
I might prefer sensual to erotic, but yes that is very much at the heart of it. When I let a couple of friends read it they said afterward they were afraid it was about child sexual abuse. I can honestly say that never occurred to me while writing. The boy loves his uncle, who is apparently the only adult male in his life, and the uncle loves him in his way. The uncle also loves the young man who comes by for the occasional weekend, his lover. The boy can't understand why the uncle keeps them apart and resents it. There is a triangle of need and neither the boy or his uncle are fully aware of it. The pale young man remains nameless because the story is more about how he intrudes on the relationship between the uncle and the boy.

"I loved him so much when he was drinking!" This sentence came back to me a couple of times. I absolutely believed it, yet I found it difficult to understand, on a rational level, what's so lovable about the uncle. Is the narrator fooling himself?
It is only when the uncle is drinking that he pulls out the Sam Cooke and let's his guard down. I guess Sam Cooke has to carry a big load in this little story, but the music and the alcohol allow the uncle to push down his barriers. We adults can see he's a sentimental drunk, but to the boy it gives him a chance to take an extra step toward the intimacy he is unself-consciously searching for.

I'd love to hear more about the Uncle's line, "A man's a fool to let anything move inside him boy, cepting his bowels, of course." What a great, harsh thing to say. I read it as the uncle warning the narrator from coming too close or from being too impressed. I'm sure there are multiple possible meanings to it, though, and as a writer myself I know it's not always easy to explain the things your characters end up saying...still: Thoughts?
I've heard a variation of the bowels line most of my life. The challenge in a story like this is to avoid that one fatal step too far into sentimentality. The uncle is a brutal man, or is clearly capable of brutality. Who knows how much of that is the product of him having to repress an essential part of himself. But clearly, he sees little to be gained from allowing his needs and feelings to run free. His entire mode of being is to try everyday to rein them in. That he'd talk about deep feelings and his bowel movements in the same sentence pretty well sums him up, I thought. Or maybe I should say it sums up his struggle. He sees it as his duty to caution the boy, but I'm glad to say I don't think the boy is listening. At least not yet.

Read By Saturday, We'd Be Singing.

Issue Twenty-Four (March 18, 2009): Barista by Sarah Black «» Night Vision by Edmond Caldwell «» Star Man by Bill Cook «» Bluegills by Thomas Cooper «» Seattle Gymnopédie by Scott Garson «» One Night at Crobar by Shane Goth «» Scrapple by Tiff Holland «» What If The Dungeon Closes by Tim Jones-Yelvington «» Toes by Darby Larson «» The Hamster by Tara Laskowski «» Dirtclouds by Charles Lennox «» Moat by Ravi Mangla «» A Witnessing at the K&W Cafeteria by Heather McDonald «» Roots by Jen Michalski «» I Use Commas like Ninja Stars by Sam Nam «» Turtle Creek by Gregory Napp «» Prey by Susannah Pabot «» By Saturday, We'd Be Singing by John Riley «» At the Foot of the Mountain by Ania Vesenny «» Interviews: Sarah Black «» Edmond Caldwell «» Bill Cook «» Thomas Cooper «» Scott Garson «» Shane Goth «» Tiff Holland «» Tim Jones-Yelvington «» Darby Larson «» Tara Laskowski «» Charles Lennox «» Ravi Mangla «» Heather McDonald «» Jen Michalski «» Sam Nam «» Gregory Napp «» Susannah Pabot «» John Riley «» Ania Vesenny «» Cover Art "No. 41 - 2007" by Marty D. Ison «» Letter From the Editor
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