Status Updates From My Year in Paris with Gertr...

'The experimental pull of Stein's language came to her from learning how to talk about visual art and her friendship with Picasso and from being queer. It came from escaping the tyranny of her father, who had died when she was seventeen. Virginia Woolf in 1928 wrote of the death of her own demanding father, 'His life would have entirely ended mine. What would have happened? No writing, no books; -- inconceivable.''

“Meanwhile, bombs are falling through the twenty-first century upon the living and the soon-to-be dead. They all have names and surnames in our own century, in the month of November. We are on our screens all the time, scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through the various wars in the twenty-fourth year of the twenty-first century.“

I have a good feeling about a book that starts chap. 2 casually paraphrasing Joyce