"In a month's time, an unusual month, I lost six clients: three women who worked as prostitutes fell victim to unsolved murders, a heroin-addicted man took a header out of a window during an aborted burglary and split his skull on concrete, an alcoholic man drowned when his dory capsized at the mouth of the Saugus River and then there was Shawn, the one I killed."
How's that for an opening sentence! It's from Michele Leavitt's memoir excerpt "The Swizzle," just published in the summer issue of So to Speak: A Feminist Journal of Language and Art. You can read it online. And you should. Michele writes clean, concrete sentences that also manage to set forth unfolding layers of meaning. I shall now go study them so I can shamelessly copy her style. Oops, I mean figure out how to do this better myself.