Comment by Jim Simpson
2009-07-26 13:51:54
Aren’t those the chairs Stephen and I sat upon last spring? No, probably not. Empty chairs always turn my thoughts sentimental. Evocative writing as usual. Thanks.

Comment by Dana Boulé
2009-07-26 13:55:10
You will be sorely missed.
xo Dana

Comment by Jim Simpson
2009-07-26 14:02:33
And best of luck in Iowa (such deep history there)! Keep in touch.

Comment by Jan Levine
2009-07-26 15:00:20
Beautiful, and dare I say, evidence of how much you’ve accomplished as a working writer these last few years. Keep ‘em coming, and have a blast at Iowa.
Love, Jan

Comment by Simon Smithson
2009-07-26 15:42:51
Ah, man… you’ve done it again.

Comment by D.R. Haney
2009-07-26 17:56:21
Yes, he has.

I’m floored as always, Xander.

It goes without saying that I wish you the best in the days and weeks ahead. I’ve had to leave a few places I’ve loved, and for me it was every bit as difficult as leaving a beloved person.

A movable feast, Hemingway called Paris; and if he was right, it goes with you, my friend.

It just hit me that you’re headed first to another spot in Hemingway country, which must be why his characterization of Paris occurred to me.

Comment by Irwin
2009-07-27 03:45:48
I had that thought— although initially confused it with Idaho and Ketchum.

But yes, born in Chicago I think, or at least lived there at one time.

Echoing Simon and Duke— the best of luck to you Sir.

Comment by John
2009-07-26 18:09:51
Such big, still sad images that make me remember so much. . . Bon voyage !

Comment by blacklin
2009-07-26 18:11:40
A beautiful piece. And so very true: Time is measured by what has ended.

Comment by Marni Grossman
2009-07-26 19:00:03
The word that comes to mind is “romantic.” Something about your pieces… Always etched elegantly in black-and-white.

Comment by Zara Potts
2009-07-26 19:10:56
Gorgeous. As ever.

Comment by Aaron Dietz
2009-07-26 19:29:50
Great photo, and great last line - on a parallel with something I wrote not long ago that was like, “The end is what gives things value,” or something.

Comment by Rich Ferguson
2009-07-26 20:31:14
As always, well done, my friend.

Comment by rk
2009-07-26 21:44:01
I’ll keep a seat warm for you…

Comment by warnier isabelle
2009-07-26 23:05:47
Ne pas vous arrêter d’écrire et revenir à Paris.
Bon voyage
All super Best
isabelle W.

Comment by Irene Zion
2009-07-27 07:39:31
Alexander,
You write so beautifully.
The end I read over and over:

“We were lying asleep on that swath of grass at the top of the gardens with the silken wind.

Here, there is always that wind like a ribbon tying memory to memory.

I am writing to you from up here with all the windows open and the late evening sun cutting across the wooden floor.

Time is measured by what has ended.”

It is a privilege to read your writing.

Comment by gretchen
2009-07-27 08:38:08
I did a whole photo essay on empty chairs when I was at Yale. So much more beautiful and evocative in your words. Departures are sad, yes, but new beginnings are rare and euphoric.
See you soon stateside. Bon voyage.

Comment by Stacy Bierlein
2009-07-27 09:25:31
Beautiful post, one that I feel priviledged to have read! These words and images will stay with me for a long time. Thank you for sharing this here.

Comment by Autumn
2009-07-28 12:32:43
What can I say that hasn’t already been said? Another one that takes your breath away. Bravo.

Comment by Mark Eshman
2009-07-28 18:26:19
I love the phrase “there is always that wind like a ribbon tying memory to memory.” Best of luck in Iowa. You’ve earned it. -ME

Comment by Doug
2009-07-29 08:19:56
Very nice. Thanks for including me, Xander. I find myself rhese days thinking more and more about things left behind. Time is indeed measured by them, but I think you’ll find as time goes by that they don’t end. They stay with you, and some even come back in unexpected ways–like finding your parents again outside that restaurant.

Stay well, keep in touch.

Doug

Comment by COLOMB PIERRE
2009-07-30 09:13:13
L’absence de PARIS donne à votre récit une nostalgie et une poésie nouvelle,qui vraisemblablement va enrichir vos romans.Ce départ à peut être été un bien pour
votre carrière future.
Amitiés sincères
P.C

Comment by Eusebio
2009-07-31 07:26:42
Inspiring.

Comment by Enjeong Noh
2009-07-31 18:46:18
Beautiful coda. The last sentence is a gem. But Iowa, not L.A.?

Comment by Kymberlee
2009-09-19 15:22:41
I have begun a ritual of reading one of your pieces nestled within the luxury of a Saturday afternoon. It allows me to let the words come into me like a lover and work their magic on my heart. It’s something I look forward to with each week.

I’ve been quite filled with sorrow today and had the thought while bathing earlier that the seed of sorrow is love. It’s not surprising to me that I read this essay today. There is so much love and sorrow here it makes me ache with longing.

This is just so exquisitely beautiful, Xander. I am enjoying seeing the world through your eyes. It is a privilege.

Thank you.

Comment by jenny mollen
2009-10-10 08:02:08
I LOOOOOVE THIS PIECE! One of your best!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO VIVID, SO HONEST, so utterly heartbreaking (in only the ways you want your heart to be broken! )