BREAKING BIVALVES

“I don’t understand what happens up there. Every time you go up there windows break, animals die, walls fall into the sea.”

~ Nathan, on me in Ptown, 01/25/11

An urn of shells on the NMWC back porch.

Every time I come to the Mailer Center in Provincetown there is some new discovery I make, usually accidentally inspired by something in nature. The landscape, the way things work here has a certain magic, a magic that for me makes the veil between the natural world and the inner life incredibly thin.

One day I was working on a project at the Mailer house. I took a cigarette break, and for as many times as I’ve stood on the back porch I saw something I’d never noticed: several urns overflowed with oyster, clam, scallop, and mussel shells.

The NMWC admin came outside to say hello.

“These bowls are cool,” I said. “I’ve never seen them before. Are they new?”

“We pick them up from the deck,” he said. “Look.”

Sure enough, the porch was littered with bivalve shells.

Look closely -- you can see some of the scattered shells under the light dusting of snow.

“That’s the seagulls that do that,” he said.

All of my years working in two different aquariums, at one in the fishes and inverts department (of which bivalves are part), I’d never heard of this, much less seen it. “What do you mean?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Seagulls are smart. They drop the clams or whatever on the porch so they split open, and then they fly down and eat the meat and leave the shells. We just pick ’em up and chuck ’em in the bowls because we don’t know what to do with ’em all.”

I know seagulls are strong, but I was still amazed. Some of these shells indicated that their owners had been pretty large animals (a live oyster or clam can actually weigh quite a bit, you’d be surprised), and Norman’s porch being, obviously, a popular spot might mean the birds would have to carry some of these creatures several miles.

This struck me. As usual, I had come to Provincetown not just with piles of work to do and high hopes of getting it all done, but also with things to think about, understand, process, sort. In some cases, I realized, some of these issues went back as far as a couple of decades. Each of these things was a heavy bivalve I’d been carrying but had never been ready to let go, smash open, process, and finally, resolve.

I left the Mailer house that day with a new sense of what lie ahead of me beyond writing. I’ve spent the past week and half smashing open and digesting a lot of things—some not so tasty, some going down not the way I’d expected, others nourishing me in better ways than I’d have imagined.

Now the only thing I have to do is figure out what I’m going to do with the shells.

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About kristipetersenschoonover

A ghost story writer who still sleeps with the lights on, Kristi Petersen Schoonover’s fiction has appeared in countless magazines and anthologies. She has received three Norman Mailer Writers Colony Residencies, is a co-editor for Read Short Fiction, and co-hosts the Dark Discussions Podcast. Her work Skeletons in the Swimmin’ Hole is a collection of ghost stories set in Disney Parks; her horror novel, Bad Apple, was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She’s also a member of the New England Horror Writers Association. More info: www.kristipetersenschoonover.com

Posted on January 27, 2011, in Deep Thoughts & Fun Stuff and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Nicely put Kristi! I really liked the correlation you made between your meaty sustenance of thoughts and the seagulls. Hopefully, the similarities end there and you don’t feel the need to crap on any heads. :))

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