Monday, April 21, 2014

Reader's Diary #1113- Oliver Miller: Rain

I once spent a week with a girl who told me she thought eating was boring. I found myself creating excuses to hop on her bike and make clandestine visits to nearby fried chicken outlets. I found myself very annoyed.

I thought of her again today as I read Oliver Miller's "Rain." The narrator's girlfriend declares her hatred for raincoats. Despite the rain, she discards it and leaves it on a sidewalk. She also hates couches.

At one point the narrator asks, "How could you not love a girl who used the word 'mawkish'?"

Because she makes asinine comments about raincoats and couches and eating, that's how. (You dodged a bullet, my friend.)

Despite her, I quite enjoyed Miller's poetic narration. It's a simply scene really, with just a bit more (and not too much more) clarity than William Carlos Williams' "The Red Wheelbarrow."

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Barbara Bruederlin said...

One can almost understand the raincoat hatred. You feel like you are clothed in plastic wrap at times. Couch hatred though? Never! Ditto food.

John Mutford said...

Barbara: Uncomfortable, I'll give you. But she complains, "so ugly," never once giving any consideration as to why it might be practical. Then, like an entitled princess, she wastefully discards it on the sidewalk.