So I didn’t understand how radical The Price of Salt was, how strange and fabulist it is in parts, how hallucinatory and real. I didn’t know how revelatory a book could be to a life lived trying so hard to be normal.
Posts Tagged: Patricia Highsmith
Before I say anything about book blog land today, I want to thank Brian Spears, our Poetry and Saturday Editor here at The Rumpus, for putting together some of the best information on Haiti I’ve been able to find anywhere....more
“After opening my post on many mornings, I indulge in a few minutes of anguish and muted screams, then devote the next hour or more, if necessary, to tackling the mess.
When I have satisfied myself that I have done the best I can by letter and telephone, I stand up from my desk and try to pretend I am not me, that I have no problems, that the past hour or more has not really happened, because I have to think myself into a state of innocence and the absence of worries of any kind in order to work....more