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For my parents
 
But why does she not speak?
—EURIPIDES, Alcestis
PROLOGUE
Alicia Berenson’s Diary
JULY 14
I don’t know why I’m writing this.
That’s not true. Maybe I do know and just don’t want to admit it to myself
I don’t even know what to call it—this thing I’m writing. It feels a little pretentious to call it a diary. It’s not like I have anything to say. Anne Frank kept a diary—not someone like me. Calling it a “journal” sounds too academic, somehow. As if I should write in it every day, and I don’t want to—if it becomes a chore, I’ll never keep it up.
Maybe I’ll call it nothing. An unnamed something that I occasionally write in. I like that better. Once you name something, it stops you seeing the whole of it, or why it matters. You focus on the word, which is just the tiniest part, really, the tip of an iceberg. I’ve never been that comfortable with words—I always think in pictures, express myself with images—so I’d never have started writing this if it weren’t for Gabriel.
I’ve been feeling depressed lately, about a few things. I thought I was doing a good job of hiding it, but he noticed—of course he did, he notices everything. He asked how the painting was going—I said it wasn’t. He got me a glass of wine, and I sat at the kitchen table while he cooked.
I like watching Gabriel move around the kitchen. He’s a graceful cook—elegant, balletic, organized. Unlike me. I just make a mess.
“Talk to me,” he said.
“There’s nothing to say. I just get so stuck in my head sometimes. I feel like I’m wading through mud.”
“Why don’t you try writing things down? Keeping some kind of record? That might help.”
“Yes, I suppose so. I’ll try it.”
“Don’t just say it, darling. Do it.”
“I will.”
He kept nagging me, but I did nothing about it. And then a few days later he presented me with this l ............

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