Being friends with Susan Sontag was thrilling, but also “shot through in the end with mutual irritation.”
London Review of Books
“What I had going for me was teen rage, contempt impervious to offers of compromise; the power of the mask capable of turning ice to marshmallow, and all the time in the world, all the ability to sustain it without surrendering.”
“When constant revisionism and re-invention is under way, what does it profit a biographer to drag the weary ‘facts’ before us?”
Perhaps you didn’t know that in addition to being a very funny writer, Kafka’s life yields a lot of comedy too.
"What’s it like to be giving birth at home, and see blood pooling between your legs, and look up at the ashen faces of a birth attendant, a midwife, a spouse? What’s it like to feel the earth tremble and see the roof and walls of your home or school fall towards you? More to the point, in terms of survival: what happens next? It depends. Not just on the severity of the injury, but on who and where you are."
Creating, and then attempting to dismantle, a fake persona based on a man who died in 1984.
On spectacular saintliness, holy anorexia, and female hysteria.