My two cents: Mrs. Engels: A Novel
“Say bitch”, two girls asked my brother in a cruel attempt to flirt with him when we both attended the same school in Miami. We were still learning English and were hindered by our accents. He was fourteen and I was twelve and this was the first time I became aware of the sound that words make when they fall. I knew what was coming and held my breath as he valiantly pronounced the word in that telltale hispanic accent that makes it sound closer to “beech”. Continue reading
Words. The sounds they make, the accents they betray, and the print they leave behind is the theme I explore here. *Apologies to Juan Gabriel Vásques for my pastiche of his book title The Sound of Things Falling.