Dear Millicent,
I just finished reading Lessing’s The Golden Notebook, and the ending very much reminded me of an old Jezebel post from this summer about the quarter life crisis versus the return of Saturn. You know, how everybody in their twenties tends to have a moment where their world breaks a bit, and it is [...]
Posts Tagged ‘doris lessing’
Bildungsroman BigFun!
Posted in Booooks, Uncategorized, tagged Bildungsroman, doris lessing, Jezebel, quarter-life crisis, return of saturn, Tarzan, The Golden Notebook on October 10, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Obviousities
Posted in Booooks, Uncategorized, tagged books, doris lessing, loveship courtship marriage, maslow's hierarchy of needs, strawberries and wine, The Golden Notebook on September 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Dearest Millicent,
I have some obvious revelations to share. The first is Doris Lessings’ The Golden Notebook. I’m in the middle of it, and with that, a big crush on the book itself. I’ve read other of Lessing’s works, but this one is a new delight to me. It feels to cliche’ to like it in [...]
Welcome to the Dollhouse
Posted in Movies, Uncategorized, tagged belly dancing, Dawn Wiener, dolls, doris lessing, eighties clothes, genetics, happy puppets, schizophrenia, The Fifth Child, unhappy puppets, Welcome to the Dollhouse on September 15, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Dearest Carla Fran,
That was Doris Lessing! I read The Fifth Child standing up in a aisle of Tower Books in downtown Sacramento a bunch of years ago. Two interior decorating details are still with me: one was a long, long wooden dining table the couple had bought, the other is a strong impression of scary [...]
Juxta
Posted in Booooks, Uncategorized, tagged doris lessing, joys of communication, schizophrenia, this american life on September 15, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Dear Millicent,
I just woke up feeling rattled from having a dream where I was at a party and suffered the same minute embarrassments I do at real parties. In the dream I talked too much about my work, flirted poorly with an esteemed professor of my youth, and then my mom got mad at me [...]