Several years ago, my mother had a massive stroke. It knocked out her understanding of geography and distance, it made her forget that her parents were dead, but her bedrock personality: creative, anti-authority, domineering, convinced that she was the most fascinating person in the room, remained. Although I am only meeting you now, through your writing, I feel that the basic you must have been a strikingly original, clean, beautiful writer, because here it is, every time.
Your prose is a triumph of brevity and wit. The two paragraphs describing our imperfect world by stating the exact opposite are stunning; you created really pointed satire without saying one negative word but by stating gracefully the existence of an ideal world that clearly does not exist.
Judith,
Several years ago, my mother had a massive stroke. It knocked out her understanding of geography and distance, it made her forget that her parents were dead, but her bedrock personality: creative, anti-authority, domineering, convinced that she was the most fascinating person in the room, remained. Although I am only meeting you now, through your writing, I feel that the basic you must have been a strikingly original, clean, beautiful writer, because here it is, every time.
J,
Your prose is a triumph of brevity and wit. The two paragraphs describing our imperfect world by stating the exact opposite are stunning; you created really pointed satire without saying one negative word but by stating gracefully the existence of an ideal world that clearly does not exist.
Brilliant.
And another marvel of words! ❤️❤️
Wonderful, more proof that “giving up is not in your DNA.”