I think I've never read anything like it. Written in first person directly to the reader, but not like a letter from abroad, more like a letter to herI think I've never read anything like it. Written in first person directly to the reader, but not like a letter from abroad, more like a letter to herself describing in chatty witty detail all she sees and feels as she free falls into hell. But I'm not sure it's hell. Perhaps she has gone home where she belongs. Perhaps she has been completely taken over by the artistic process. Perhaps all of these things. She is a monster I grew to love. Like Grendel. One of my favorite books. Clever. Brilliant. This book and that one....more
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