An email
arrives from the other side of the world.
“I finished reading Dancing
King this afternoon. Well done, Glynn, I feel it’s
the most powerful of the trilogy; I misted up too many times to count.”
This third novel of mine is simultaneously
the least and most emotional of the three I’ve written. It includes no scenes
that are overtly tear jerkers. But it includes scenes that make me forget I was
the one who wrote them.
When I was a child, my mother
took me to the movies she wanted to see. My father was not a fan of film; he
liked stage theater and even acted in community theater plays. But he didn’t
care for movies. My mother did; as a young teenager, she had been shaped by
movies like The Wizard of Oz and Gone with the Wind when they were first
publicly released in the 1930s. So now, if she wanted to see a movie, she had
to drag a little boy with her. Me.
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