Endings
Dorothy Parker’s view on her own end was the perfect mixture of mordant and pithy– “Excuse my dust.” In life, we experience many ends before the ultimate one–the end of a friendship, the end of the line, the end of our parents, lovers and pets. In this issue, our writers tackle them all. The End.
The Noguchi is Sold
Word Count 770
When my mother moved into a nursing home in 1995, I had to make all the decisions about my parents’ treasured possessions. Finally, all that remained was their small art collection. After keeping the few pieces I liked, I sold all but one.
I didn’t have the heart to sell my father’s treasure, a small black slate sculpture by the Japanese artist Isamu Noguchi which had been sitting in a drawer under my bed for years, wrapped in yellowed pages from an old New York Times
My father and Noguchi became friends in the 1940’s when my father worked for an advertising agency creating ads for a furniture company’s most popular piece, a curved glass and wood table designed by the young Noguchi.