Creative Nonfiction

Photography by Leeta Harding

By Melissa Knox

When Josef and I got home, I sent the priest Philip Pullman’s trilogy, His Dark Materials, in which a young girl harrows hell and establishes a republic of heaven, enjoying an Eve-like moment in which she seduces a young man. The stuff generated by their sex-soaked bodies saves the universe. The garden of Eden is sex, and the world needs more of it. I couldn’t agree more. 

I never got a Thank You note, but I wished like all get-out that the books would convert him to a happy love life. I wanted to save him from isolation.