( Looking back, I think I owe my life to the Flat Surfaces of Things. )

Finished The Story of Mary MacLane and Other Writings. I sort of want to go back in time to Butte, Montana c. 1902 and stride purposefully out into Ms. MacLane's 'sand and barrenness' and smack her upside the head like so:

( So. )

Re-reading Mary Jane Ward's A Little Night Music (1951), it strikes me all over again how unutterably awful and clumsy the opening paragraphs are:

'"Your aunt's coming tomorrow," said Jeanette when she returned from the telephone. The woman described by society reporters as the beautiful and brilliant Mrs. Chapin, even though the city of Sawyer ( Read more... )