Grief, Memory, Three O'Clock in the Morning: My Mavis Gallant Centennial Diary, August 14
Post Script
This was published online today in The New Yorker, some haunting, magnificent entries from Mavis Gallant’s (MG) 1954 diary. I was huffy with umbrage when nothing had appeared on August 11; this is more than worth the wait. Thank you, New Yorker, and thank you MG’s literary estate for making this happen. When I began writing my diary about MG on April 11, it was mostly out of curiosity about her diary, about what had become of it. I very, very much hope these riveting pages will re-ignite enough interest in them that their publication, originally scheduled for 2014, in whatever form, will be assured; likewise, the Dreyfus book. Lord. What a writer she was. Read this. It’s an extraordinary document. BR
In my very humble opinion The New Yorker should have had you write her tribute, Bill!
But it is not printed in the print edition. That has to be a slight.