Love, H: The Letters of Helene Dorn and Hettie Jones
Hettie Jones is the author of numerous books, including her memoir of the Beat scene How I Became Hettie Jones; the poetry collection Drive; and the young adult Big Star Fallin’ Mama: Five Women in Black Music. She has published in many newspapers and magazines, including the Village Voice, Global City Review, and Ploughshares. She currently teaches in the Graduate Writing Program at The New School, the 92nd Street Y, and the Lower Eastside Girls Club, and she previously taught at several colleges and universities in New York and elsewhere. Jones lives in New York City.
Store closing in Gloucester leads to discussion of real estate prices. Both mention beautiful weather. On 9/11 Helene writes that calling’s impossible but she’s trying email, which goes through. Hettie has heard plane and explosion; describes smoke: “hideous, boiling, black and gray and white.” All subways closed, crowds walking uptown and down. Hettie goes out to street to help, two days later air still not good. At mayor’s suggestion NYers “not hide themselves,” Hettie and kids go out to dinner, but on 9/17 it’s too hard to “get back to normal.” She hopes Bush doesn’t “burst the world’s bubble.” Helene remembers Kissinger saying “3rd world war would start in Mideast,” and doesn’t think there’s hope for Bush’s not bursting bubble. Hettie begins work on “Dust,” a 9/11 poem. Both have troubled sleep. Helene sends Gloucester paper editorial, all about how war would create more terrorism—everything that has come to pass.