I love this post and wish I could chime in with my own remembrances of The Paris Review. But I have no remembrances of The Paris Review. What I will remember about this post is the stiff wire brush resting, frustrated, in the cupboard under the kitchen sink.
Yes, that's a good piece. Someone was remembering her in The Paris Review a while back, too. I think I've gathered up most of her books over the years, but they're all in the house in Manitoba and I can't get to them. I didn't want to presume any more on the patience of readers, but thinking about her and what I can remember of her writing -- in its particulars, not very much -- I think there's something tonally similar to MG. Ready access to the acerbic, a humour you see in reflection of a reflection. This is just instinct, and counts for nothing. On the other hand, without it, where are you? Thanks Allan.
I love this post and wish I could chime in with my own remembrances of The Paris Review. But I have no remembrances of The Paris Review. What I will remember about this post is the stiff wire brush resting, frustrated, in the cupboard under the kitchen sink.
Yes, Sunday Bloody Sunday was amazing, especially for its day, but thanks especially for reminding me of Penelope Gilliatt whom I loved and had completely forgotten. It sent me looking for something on her time sharing duties with Kael, which led me to this. https://slate.com/culture/2012/01/the-uneasy-partnership-of-pauline-kael-and-penelope-gilliatt.html
Yes, that's a good piece. Someone was remembering her in The Paris Review a while back, too. I think I've gathered up most of her books over the years, but they're all in the house in Manitoba and I can't get to them. I didn't want to presume any more on the patience of readers, but thinking about her and what I can remember of her writing -- in its particulars, not very much -- I think there's something tonally similar to MG. Ready access to the acerbic, a humour you see in reflection of a reflection. This is just instinct, and counts for nothing. On the other hand, without it, where are you? Thanks Allan.