A Letter Home One flat fall evening, as an undergrad, I left the library to mail a letter and at the mailbox had a stirring–I don't know what else to call it, but I felt certain, drifting back on brittle leaves, surrounded by the gray, this was my life–a feeling new, whole, deeply and vibratingly unstrange. Back at the carrel, where my books still lay, I sat some time immersed there in that moment: me, having walked away from books for some slight, distant human contact, returning through the coming winter to my small space. It struck me as both sad and right; young as I was, I knew it wasn't something I would ever change.
Max Gutmann has contributed to dozens of publications including New Statesman, Able Muse, and Cricket. His plays have appeared throughout the U.S. and have been well-reviewed (see maxgutmann.com). His book There Was a Young Girl from Verona sold several copies.