{"id":1668,"date":"2011-09-20T01:21:07","date_gmt":"2011-09-20T01:21:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/?p=1668"},"modified":"2011-09-20T01:21:41","modified_gmt":"2011-09-20T01:21:41","slug":"carol-shields","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/2011\/09\/carol-shields\/","title":{"rendered":"Carol Shields"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;They know after all this time about love&#8211;that it&#8217;s dim and unreliable and little more than a reflection on the wall. It is also capricious, \u00a0idiotic, sentimental, imperfect and inconstant, and most often seems to be the exclusive preserve of others. Sitting around in a room that was slowly growing dark, they found themselves wishing they could measure its pure anchoring force or account for its random visitations. Of course they could not&#8211;which was why, after a time, they began to talk about other things: the weather, would it snow, would the wind continue its bitter course, would the creek freeze over, would there be another power cut, what would happen during the night.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>from &#8220;Others&#8221; by Carol Shields from <em>Collected Stories<\/em>, Harper Perennial 2004<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.carol-shields.com\/covers\/collectedstoriesintl.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"151\" height=\"228\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;They know after all this time about love&#8211;that it&#8217;s dim and unreliable and little more than a reflection on the wall. It is also capricious, \u00a0idiotic, sentimental, imperfect and inconstant, and most often seems to be the exclusive preserve of others. Sitting around in a room that was slowly growing dark, they found themselves wishing [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[540,18,539,541,12,139,13,7,16,32],"class_list":{"0":"post-1668","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-a-slice-of-solace","7":"tag-others","8":"tag-anthology","9":"tag-carol-shields","10":"tag-collected-stories","11":"tag-ellen-wade-beals","12":"tag-love","13":"tag-poetry","14":"tag-solace","15":"tag-solace-in-so-many-words","16":"tag-weighed-words","17":"entry"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1668","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1668"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1668\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1676,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1668\/revisions\/1676"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1668"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1668"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1668"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}