Our Eyes Are Fixed On: Robert Hunt
He and his twin were so close growing up, they can’t really remember whose stories are whose. And this month, Robert Hunt will share the pair’s coming of age tale on the Oral Fixation stage for “Two Peas in a Pod.”
Robert Hunt is a Texan. He was born in Dallas and raised around the state. He lived 20 years away from home in Malaysia, Singapore, and Austria, and has been back since 2004. He was led abroad but never astray by Lilian, his wife of 35 years. He remains a hopeless romantic.
What’s your favorite part about Oral Fixation? I’m a great admirer of storytelling, and people who take the time to do it well — in particular, those who understand that it is real work.
What other story did you consider submitting to Oral Fixation and why? I haven’t considered others yet, but I have written hundreds in various ways that I’ll consider submitting in the future.
What’s your favorite smell? Meat on a grill. But in the right circumstances, a really good pinot noir smells even more intimate.
What is your favorite word? Use it in a sentence. Anoesis. Because I’m too restless to meditate, I sail in order to escape constant mind chatter and reach a state of anoesis.
What do you want to be when you grow up? I’m still holding out for astronaut.
What is your favorite Dallas hangout? The Barley House.
What is the weirdest compliment you’ve ever received? “Late one evening, in the midst of the kind of casual conversation that marks the near end of a party, I crossed my legs and the hostess suddenly remarked, “Those are great looking shoes.” I’ve never been complimented on my shoes (with justification) and in context it seemed embarrassingly intimate for a casual acquaintance. I felt both pleased and patronized, which it occurs to me may happen to women all the time.”
Sneak peek: “My twin brother Richard and I are close – so close that as years pass it becomes more and more difficult to differentiate our experiences, particularly in the earliest years. Who was it that threw the hoe over the tree and whose head did it land on? One would think, given our shared genetic inheritance of male pattern baldness, that a scar would tell the tale. Unfortunately, for boys then men of no more than middle height, we also share a propensity for banging our heads on various sharp objects. We have the scalps of accident junkies. Who could possibly know which was caused by what?”