(I presented this novel excerpt at the Unitarian Universalist Church of the Restoration in Philadelphia where I am a lay minister. The segment is also on You Tube. Click here to see the video or you can view the segment below and below that on this blog, you can read the excerpt. (At the bottom of this post is another video link to YouTube featuring me reading from a different part of Art — and talking about the Saints.)
Unitarian Universalism is a faith that encompasses all religious/spiritual backgrounds (including atheism, agnosticism and Buddhism) in a “free and responsible search for truth and meaning”.)
This excerpt is from a novel that I wrote recently titled Art: a revolution of love and marriage. The novel is based on the working class landscape in which I grew up and takes place in the seventies. The main character is named Art and is based on a real person (who is not me). So here is a short excerpt from her story. The Supreme Court ruling in favor of marriage equality is a good hint at the happy ending.
Art, a revolution of love and marriage
Art strode from the counter, past the grill and the fryers and into the backroom. She tore her yellow headscarf off triumphantly as she clocked out. Then she put on her sweater and her padded royal blue jacket. She slammed the metal back door behind her.
The sun was setting. It was about ten after five. Her brother was scheduled to pick her up at five thirty. Art stood behind the building. She put up her hood and looked up. The sky was streaked with violet. Long white wisps of clouds unfurled like banners. A single bright star came out from behind a cloud. She watched it for a moment. It stayed in one place so she knew it was a star, not an airplane. It was bright enough to be a planet: either Jupiter or Venus.
She thought about the fact that the star was light years away. Maybe her junior year physics teacher was right. Perhaps they were made from the stars they wished on. Most of the atoms spinning around in her body were made from stardust. Art would never admit it — in physics class last year, she had just rolled her eyes along with the others — but the fact was that she did have dreams. She wished that she could be with Linda forever. She wished that Linda’s mother would stop telling her daughter that it was a waste of time to study trigonometry and that she would stop telling Linda that her life was going to turn out just like hers. She stared at the star. It was so bright that it seemed to be burning a hole in the winter sky. She wished she and Linda could make a life together. She wished they could get married. She wished that they could even have a kid or two. But first they had to get through this last year of high school. Getting into the trig class would be easy compared to the rest.