About Jennifer de Guzman is a writer and comics publishing professional living in the San Francisco Bay Area. She writes stories about sad girls, seawater, bottomless wells, airborne plagues, and horses. You can find links to some of them them in the Selected Works section or read them at her Scribd page.
What Are Possible Impossiblities? “The Poet ought rather to chuse Impossibilities, provided they have Resemblance to the Truth, than the Possible, which are Incredible with all their Possibility.” - Henry Fielding, quoting Aristotle in The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling
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April 24th 2012 So much of life feels like a performance. Even grieving, when it means standing on a stage and describing to pews of people the contours of that most intimate relationship — between yourself and the woman whose body created you, whose love sustained you, and whose new absence empties you, though you hope for only [...]
September 12th 2011 And every small tragedy is also large.
The anniversary of the September eleventh attacks was made somehow more personal this year. September tenth is my niece Michel’s birthday. She would have been twenty-three. Her family and friends gathered at my sister’s house to celebrate her life. For a few hours, all the media stories about [...]
January 28th 2011 I have been puzzling for months over the primary critique of my novel that I received from the editor who is reading it — that my protagonist lives in her own head too much. My problem isn’t one of understanding but of experience. To me, the sixteen-year-old who observes and broods and ponders and wonders [...]
January 10th 2011 I’ve been reading The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion again, and she writes about how we turn to what we know to cope in times of grief. I’ve been reading about grief in literature (my next post on that will be coming soon) and I’ve been writing. And writing and writing. There was [...]
December 28th 2010 As long as we have been human, we have been contemplating mortality, trying to find meaning in life, and suffering in our grief. I know I will never understand Michel’s death, so I am trying to find some solace in the continuity of human emotion. People mourned their dead thousands years ago as they mourn [...]
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