i'm re-reading a biography of Edna St. Vincent Millay, the 99 pound elf of a girl-poet who took America by storm early in the 20th century. i get sucked into these bios of the independent women, especially the writers, who had tortured souls, hung around with a bunch of men who adored them, slept with women, drank and smoked and usually died young. at least they made their own decisions...
- a new bio of Flannery O'Connor looks like it will hold my attention
- Patience Gray has a book called "Honey From a Weed". It's out of print but i keep 2 copies and i return to it frequently to be soothed by her take on fasting and feasting in Tuscany, the Cyclades, Catalonia and Apulia with her Sculptor.
-"Savage Beauty" is the Millay bio
my friend who live in The House With the Pink Pillars read stories to me for my birthday: childrens' books and e.e. cummings...that was fun...
