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That Sweet Stench of Sea

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"I'm not really happy with 'scents'," my editor tells me: I've written of scents of seaweed and crab and shells flung by the gulls. Scents, he writes, is a word that has connotations of sweetness and perfume. So what am I going to write instead? What is a word for that sweet stench of briny bladder-wrack mixed with rotted fish, stinking yet lovely enough to ignite all the forlorn longing of the heart? My editor is right - it isn't a scent. It's more like a salty shock you breathe in with all your soul, and it roars and permeates your lungs and overflows them and spills into your blood, all the while salty and fishy and weedy yet horribly lovely and you can't do without it or you'll die. It's a horror and an exhilaration, and it reminds you that you're part of the world's wild and living death.

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On August 24th, 2013 06:36 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
No one important. Just wanted to tell you how very much I enjoyed your book. Made me think.
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On February 1st, 2014 02:48 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
I love the dichotomy of your words.
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