And the Winner Is …
No, I’m not referring to Slumdog Millionaire’s sweep at the Oscars last night (though I will take this opportunity to say that I did have a feeling this would happen back in November when I wrote about it here)!
I’m referring to our six word Valentine contest of a few weeks ago. Thanks to all of you
who played and took the time to share your brief memoirs of real-life love. Reading them as they rolled in over Valentine’s Day weekend reminded me of the many hues and shades of love – from emotional to humorous – that exist and how this annual holiday is (thankfully) not all about roses and chocolates.
Food plays a big part in love of all kinds.
There was Jeff’s:
I picked up a happy meal.
And Ankur’s:
Eating baklava together, no gifts necessary.
Love is also about daily routines and the mundane, as in Bry’s:
Your incessant snores lull me to sleep.
And Maria’s:
Morning warm; you open your eyes.
Love is so much about optimism, as Prasant’s showed:
Hopeful. Heartend. I’m still here.
It is also a source of beautiful metaphors like the one in Debbie’s entry:
Buoyant, we rock, but stay afloat.
The winner of the six-word memoir of love contest, however, is the one which struck our guest judge Anita Jain the most. It came from Fuse # 8 who wrote:
His librarian movie? He married one.
These six words allowed Jain – who did not know any of the contestants or read their entries alongside their names – to imagine a larger context and story. In her judge’s comments, she wrote that she “saw it as a reference to a man’s fantasy of the sexy librarian — which in a way is ultimately about men’s view of women as either Madonnas or whores and in an ideal world, both at the same time. To me, it’s a comment on that and how as much as the world has changed, and women have gained equality in so many realms, this male perception of women is something we modern women still have to struggle against.”
Congratulations to Fuse # 8 for making a V-Day impression, and for telling a story that can be read in so many different ways. That, I suppose is one of the qualities of powerful storytelling. In fact, that is what, I think, makes these six-word memoirs such a little jewel of a genre. They provide a glimpse of the writer’s experience and then, allow the reader to imagine the rest.
