For Years They Have Been

We Don't Simply Read Books. We Become Them.

A Whole Generation Of Writers Dined Out On The Dialectic Between Original Cultures And Their Culture By "progress.

Rome Was A Poem Pressed Into Service As A City.

For Years They Have Been Using The Role Of 'sex Object' As A Cover While They Spied Out The Land.

Sex Almost Always Disappoints Me In Novels. Everything Can Be Said Or Done Now, And That's What I Often Find: Everything, A Feeling Of Generality Or Dispersal. But In My Experience, True Sex Is So Particular, So Peculiar To The Person Who Yearns For It. Only He Or She, And No One Else, Would Desire So Very Much That Very Person Under Those Circumstances. In Fiction, I Miss That Sense Of Terrific Specificity.