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I tend to have a fiction and a non fiction going at the same time, so I can do either or both depending on my mood. Two separate streams. Or like main and dessert. But more than one novel at a time? Nah that shit cray cray.

I’m trying novel/poetry. The cleave is there, but Paris Spleen is so novelistic that, fuck. Taking in poetry rushed sucks, but not longer prose pieces.

I’ve been mean to asking you darling whom the last of the grand dames of eccentric Brit Lit are you recommended a time ago. It was for certain:
Blackwood
Comyns
Taylor?
And then one with a hyphenate last name I’m fucked to remember. You acutely called them under aegis of “I’ll write whatever the fuck I feel like” and were wonderfully varied and odd because of it. Fucked to remember, though.

Ivy Compton-Burnett. She is in my top 5 fav authors of all time. John Waters worshipped her. She is funny and brutal and doesn’t give a shit. Reading her you have to twist your brain a little and read a bit differently - all is under the surface and in the words and the way they are worded.

Name a title you’d say is as good a jumping off point as any, babyface.

Any of the ones NYRB put out are great - House and it’s Head is one of my faves. But they are all great. Thing is though when I first tried her I hated it, then tried again a few years later and completely fell in love. I think I have reviewed all of them on here

I’m sure you have. But as you may remember from our first dates, I like to go in clean. I’ll just take this word and see for myself what’s available quickest to me. I trust you without measure, old dear. Trust word. Look at me reminiscing about our first dates again.