Quantum Critique

By Donna K. Fitch

Quantum Critique is a short story that asks the question, Does criticism literally destroy a painting?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donna K. Fitch
• Release date: Mar 31, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458191359

Donna K. Fitch

Born in Huntsville, Alabama, the "Rocket City," Donna K. Fitch grew up hearing the sound of rocket testing at Redstone Arsenal and graduated from a high school named for Virgil I. "Gus" Grissom, the astronaut who died in Apollo 1. She also heard tales of the ghost of Sally Carter and the "old Grizzard Mansion" near her home, said to be haunted. This background, when mixed with an early diet of Dr. Seuss, the reference section of the Oak Park Public Library, 1930s mystery stories and the Gothic novels of Victoria Holt, set her to writing her own stories at age 13. Later literary influences spilled into Donna's writing--Ambrose Bierce, Edgar Allan Poe, H.P. Lovecraft and Tim Powers--to give it more than a tinge of paranormal and the macabre. Her love of research led her to a Master's in Library Service, and her fascination with HTML led her to switch careers from academic librarian to web designer. For fun, she visits cemeteries--the older the better--and plays roleplaying games.

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Quantum Critique

by Donna K. Fitch

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They're angry this week, Fred. Do you think anyone will look at them?

The security guard grunted and scratched at something on his belt buckle, rattling the keys dangling nearby. I dunno, it's a football weekend, he answered. 'S where I oughta be.

I folded my arms and cocked my head for a better view of the painting, although I knew it by heart. Art feeds the soul, I reminded him. I meant it literally, but Fred doesn't pay much attention half the time. Football feeds ... well, I'm not sure what it feeds.

My wife, I hope, he said with a snort. I got money on that game. Alabama by a touchdown. How come you don't ever play the pool?

He shouldn't say things like that in front of the artworks, especially when they're angry, but he always does. I just don't see the point, I told him, staring at the little patch