I just learned that Clarion classmate Genevieve Kierans died earlier this month.
It was great to have her in the circle at Clarion. Nobody was nicer or happier than Genevieve, and her critiques were always gentle and often incisive and useful—and often different from what everyone else had to say. It was nice to know that she was somewhere ahead in the circle, when you started getting a lot of “ditto what the last three guys said.”
She’d already had ALS back in 2001, and wrote a number of stories that drew on her experiences with disability. Where she excelled, though, was in telling the story of a callow youth growing into being an adult. Each one of those stories left me with a “How does she do that?” feeling, and I’ve more than once gone back to reread one, trying to tweeze apart the structure of that particular character arc.
I’m sorry not have had the chance to read more such stories.
Thanks for posting this, Phil. It’s especially good to have the picture, a reminder of that rascally smile. I loved how her heart shone in her stories and her critiques. Damn ALS. May the cure be found soon.