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Apr.09.2012
Myself in Marrakesh
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The witch left her daughter Naíma with a supply...
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Apr.02.2012
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I was shivering violently. The atmosphere in my hotel room was thick with malevolence; it was like inhaling pure venom. The force nailed me to the mattress and blew up my...
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Mar.30.2012
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I completed the roll to my left side and focused through the dark.
Nothing there; the spirit had gone, dissipated. “The line was dead,” I wrote later in my journal.
It...
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Mar.27.2012
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Going to sleep in a relaxed manner, as the witch advised, was almost impossible. After Khadija and her boyfriend went to bed, and her daughter and I retired to the...
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Mar.22.2012
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I knew what the naked entity on top of me was asking. Had I followed the rules? he wanted to know. Was I clean? Did I fuck anyone while he was away? If not,...
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Mar.19.2012
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The witch excused herself to go to the bathroom.
Khadija’s eyes were round with fright as she explained: “The spirit, the jinn, he came, but he left because someone...
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Mar.15.2012
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When I woke on the banquette in Khadija’s living room, I saw her daughter was up already. She was cleaning the closet, hoping to earn her mother’s gratitude by re-...
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Mar.11.2012
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What did I want from a witch?
My first thought was: I need help with my book.
I’d had to submit the opening chapters of my second novel to my publisher before leaving...
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Mar.07.2012
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The road to Khouribga was impossibly rutted. Khadija drove like a demon, her high-heeled French boot gluing the pedal to the floor; every time we hit a pothole my head...
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Mar.04.2012
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I woke every morning at dawn to the sounds of mopeds, cartwheels rolling and donkeys braying as their owners, the tangerine farmers, thrashed them through narrow streets...
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Mar.01.2012
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January of ‘79, I prepared for the coming year in Morocco.
Problem: there were snakes there. But I reasoned that I would not be alone. I’d made some Moroccan...
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Feb.27.2012
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Joe Papp had not given up on my show. He brought in another director, who quickly put together a private workshop. Reducing the cast to two teenagers, a girl to sing all the...
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Feb.22.2012
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In the previous post, I wrote about the snake left on my doorstep. I was sure my grandfather-in-spirit had placed it there. I realized that one of the songs he’d “channeled”...
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Feb.13.2012
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“Books, films, a musical – wow!” exclaimed People magazine about me in 1978. I had become enough of a personage to be a People, with the paperback version of my novel...
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Feb.10.2012
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In past blogs I’ve described the many things my grandfather's ghost shared with me, across the dotted line between life and the hereafter. Now I’d like to mention his great...
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About Sarah
Sarah Kernochan's most recent novel, Jane Was Here, was published in 2011. Sarah has won two Academy Awards for her documentaries Marjoe and Thoth. As a screenwriter, she has written many films, among them Nine and ½ Weeks, Impromptu, and What Lies Beneath;...
Causes Sarah Kernochan Supports
DonorsChoose.org
Sarah’s Favorite Books
The Sound and the Fury, Lolita, V., Close Range: Wyoming Stories, Into the Wild, Beloved, Pere Goriot, Gone with the Wind, The Collected Stories of Isaac Babel...