Remember your first muse?
“My first muse was a chubby, bespectacled, brown-eyed, sharply intelligent 13-year-old boy in Phoenix, Arizona in 1975. When he laughed at and loved my writing, I felt the erotic surge of my own power. Since then, I’ve written for and about and to and because of men.”
That is Kate Christensen in conversation with Maud Newton yesterday at The Awl. As the interview’s title suggests, the two discuss male muses and inner dicks. They also touch on Christensen’s latest novel The Astral, boundaries crossed in marriage and therapy, women writers, poets as narrators, and more.
