{"id":8635,"date":"2008-11-25T15:36:25","date_gmt":"2008-11-25T20:36:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8635"},"modified":"2022-10-16T12:40:08","modified_gmt":"2022-10-16T16:40:08","slug":"lorrie-moore-who-will-run-the-frog-hospital","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8635","title":{"rendered":"Lorrie Moore: <i>Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?<\/i>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe style=\"width:120px;height:240px;\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"0\" src=\"\/\/ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com\/widgets\/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&#038;OneJS=1&#038;Operation=GetAdHtml&#038;MarketPlace=US&#038;source=ac&#038;ref=tf_til&#038;ad_type=product_link&#038;tracking_id=thesheivari-20&#038;marketplace=amazon&#038;region=US&#038;placement=1400033829&#038;asins=1400033829&#038;linkId=OAWEUHBCLP4P3CVP&#038;show_border=true&#038;link_opens_in_new_window=true\"><br \/>\n<\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>\nReading Lorrie Moore&#8217;s <i><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/1400033829?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thesheivari-20&#038;linkCode=as2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325&#038;creativeASIN=1400033829\">Who Will Run the Frog Hospital<\/a><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/www.assoc-amazon.com\/e\/ir?t=thesheivari-20&#038;l=as2&#038;o=1&#038;a=1400033829\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" style=\"border:none !important; margin:0px !important;\" \/><\/i>. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8162\">I&#8217;ve written about <\/a>how much I love Moore before.  I have only read her short stories.<\/p>\n<p>Never read this, one of her novels.<\/p>\n<p>A magnificent excerpt:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>We&#8217;d started working at Storyland in May, on the weekends, through the Memorial Day rush, until school let ou tin early June.  Then we worked six days a week.  Up until then we had met during the school week in the cemetery to smoke.  Every day we would have what we called a &#8220;cemetery lunch&#8221;.  I would clamber up over the hill, past the blue meadow of veronica and flax, past the broken stick-arbor and the Seckel pear, down the gravel path, into the planked swamp and on up to the gravestones, where Sils would be waiting, having arrived from the other end.  She lived on a small oaky street that dead-ended into the cemetery (next to which she lived).  &#8220;Is this street symbolic or what?&#8221; Sils would say to anyone who visited.  Especially the boys.  The boys adored her.  She was what my husband once archly referred to as &#8220;oh, probably a <i>cool<\/i> girl.  Right?  Right?  One of those little hippettes from Whositville?&#8221;  She could read music, knew a little about painting; she had older brothers in a rock band.  She was the most sophisticated girl in Horsehearts, not a tough task, but you have to understand what that could do to a girl.  What it could do to her life.  And although I&#8217;ve lost track of her now, such a loss would have seemed inconceivable to me then.  Still, I often surmise the themes in her, what she would be living out: the broken and ridiculous songs; the spent green box of Horsehearts; the sad, stuck, undelivering world.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Ouch.<\/p>\n<p><iframe style=\"width:120px;height:240px;\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"0\" src=\"\/\/ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com\/widgets\/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&#038;OneJS=1&#038;Operation=GetAdHtml&#038;MarketPlace=US&#038;source=ac&#038;ref=tf_til&#038;ad_type=product_link&#038;tracking_id=thesheivari-20&#038;marketplace=amazon&#038;region=US&#038;placement=1400033829&#038;asins=1400033829&#038;linkId=OAWEUHBCLP4P3CVP&#038;show_border=true&#038;link_opens_in_new_window=true\"><br \/>\n<\/iframe><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Reading Lorrie Moore&#8217;s Who Will Run the Frog Hospital. I&#8217;ve written about how much I love Moore before. I have only read her short stories. Never read this, one of her novels. A magnificent excerpt: We&#8217;d started working at Storyland &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8635\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[15],"tags":[91],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8635"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8635"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8635\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":181977,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8635\/revisions\/181977"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8635"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8635"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8635"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}