{"id":12454,"date":"2015-12-04T05:49:31","date_gmt":"2015-12-04T11:49:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=12454"},"modified":"2015-12-04T10:42:01","modified_gmt":"2015-12-04T16:42:01","slug":"the-fidelity-of-nonfiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/12454","title":{"rendered":"the fidelity of nonfiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>&#8220;If I break you are you mine?&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______________<\/span><em>-Jorie Graham<\/em><\/p>\n<p>they all want to know <em>is it true<\/em>,<br \/>\n<em>is it true<\/em>&#8211;and what to say<br \/>\nanymore when light is two<br \/>\nropes of pain down<br \/>\nthe back, what I call<br \/>\nwing-ache ever since the boy<br \/>\nwho called his scapula wings<br \/>\nleft for boot camp, every<br \/>\nso often I remember crying<br \/>\nin the back of his van the night<br \/>\nbefore he signed, finally, up, saying<br \/>\n<em>war, war, death, wheelchair, war,<\/em><br \/>\nand he: <em>what war? we&#8217;re not going<br \/>\nto war. war for what?<\/em> and eight<br \/>\nmonths later, war. though<br \/>\nhe never saw it, his brain swollen<br \/>\ninside his cranium thanks to some incident<br \/>\nnever spoken of from combat training&#8211;is it true,<br \/>\nis it true her mother tied her to a chair, did<br \/>\nthe neighbor chase her, worse, into a rotting<br \/>\nbasement, is it true you didn&#8217;t know, all<br \/>\nthat time, that gawker&#8217;s parade of legs<br \/>\nthrough your very bedroom&#8211;I pour half<br \/>\na glass, the remaining half, straight<br \/>\ninto the steaming bath. yes, yes. all true<br \/>\nI say, and there I have you, there&#8217;s<br \/>\nthe bait, how to separate the wine<br \/>\nfrom the water when you are so,<br \/>\nso thirsty.<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/12427\">Marty McConnell<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;If I break you are you mine?&#8221; _______________-Jorie Graham they all want to know is it true, is it true&#8211;and what to say anymore when light is two ropes of pain down the back, what I call wing-ache ever since the boy who called his scapula wings left for boot camp, every so often I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":354,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[46],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-3eS","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12454"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/354"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12454"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12454\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12493,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12454\/revisions\/12493"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12454"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12454"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12454"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}