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Archive for December, 2011

December 2011 in Black Lamb

Volume 9, Number 12 — December 2011

December 1st, 2011

In the cover story of our December issue, Preaching to the choir, Terry Ross wonders why so many intelligent people refuse even to hear arguments they disagree with. Toby Tompkins in Rome finds medieval art saucily eloquent in Sacred profanity. In So sue me, Ed Goldberg lets fly on the CIA, lousy mayors, and Palestine.

Lorentz Lossius describes Istanbul in the sixth installment of his Turkey journal. John M. Daniel recalls his days as a licensed minister in The Tennyson Street Church. In Sense of loss, Benjamin Feliciano wonders about his feelings about the loss of loved ones. Dan Peterson reveals the Most televised sport in Britain and Ireland: snooker. Robert Martin Stanley says that in Julian Barnes’s latest book, the reader is In good hands.

We welcome two figures from world literature into our pantheon of Honorary Black Lambs and The Ultimate Literary Calendar for 2012: English satirist Samuel Butler and Irish literary novelist John Banville. Our monthly recipe is for Lamb Goulash au Blanc. Advice columnist Millicent Marshall answers more readers’ impertinent questions. And Professor Avram Khan gives us another challenging Black Lamb Word Puzzle.

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A sense of loss

December 1st, 2011


I feel as though the more time I go without writing the more I have to say. My articles are somewhat like letters to an old friend I am growing further apart from, and I could make excuses to explain why I have been without time but I think you and I have become familiar enough to avoid such pleasantries.

I have lost a friend recently. His name was Ryan and I wrote an article about him several issues ago. Ryan’s absence has left a large hole in my life that I am without a substitute for. He was only a year or two older than me and was the third friend I made when I moved to Colorado two or so years ago. A few weeks back I found myself thinking about loss and how, statistically, there was a chance that someone I am close to could pass unexpectedly. This did not make it any easier to find out the news, but it made it seem obvious, as though I should have expected it.

When my girlfriend and I broke up a month or so ago (yes, the one who I wrote about recently) I noticed something about myself that scared me; I could not feel anything. When she left I went through the motions of heartbreak but I realized that there was no pain. The numbness was reflected in everything I did: work was routine, life was repetitive, and writing was contrived. I took time to finish my book and upon completion found that I still felt detached.

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