Mary Gaitskill's "The Lost Cat." (Grab a cup of coffee first; it's long.)
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A bang, not a whimper
Two months into L.'s retirement, and I'm finished with the stockpiling of books. No more book purchases! Or at least, no purcha...
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(See also Musee des Beaux Arts ) As far as mental anguish goes, the old painters were no fools. They understood how the mind, the freakiest ...
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Hey, thanks for the shout out (and the goose -- poor Mappa Mundi has been neglected as of late). That Gaitskill essay knocked me out on a bunch of levels, not only the writing but how every time I thought she was going to just spool off somewhere I wouldn't be able to follow she'd almost violently reel me back in. Plus it made me cry.
ReplyDeleteWhat is a blog if not something to neglect? (Plus, I don't know if it's possible to link to a twitter feed, and I did want to give you credit because I wouldn't have stumbled on it on my own.)
ReplyDeleteI did my best not to cry--I'd read a bit, get up and get distracted by something else for awhile, come back and read a bit more. I like this the best of anything I've read by Gaitskill, admittedly not a lot, but she has a tendency to go darker than I can usually tolerate.
Since cat's have impeccable taste, I will add this title to the top of my reading list. And since the comments mention crying, I will be certain to have tissues handy along with that cup of coffee.
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