Re: bath night

William Hochman (wh14@is9.nyu.edu)
Wed, 18 Aug 1999 12:28:53 -0400 (EDT)

In my pathetic case, I knew from a young age that I would be better
in written words than in most realities beyond dog walking and talking to
loved ones...I used to teach kids that a reason to write is to be what you
aren't in real life.  Anyhow, I think people grow old and yucky much more
quickly than good writing does so I don't regret investing more of myself
in my writing and reading than in mirrors and other admirerers...

However, I also confess to trying to lose my "italian weight"by riding the
exercise bike first thing in the morning and working my way through
Alexander's chapters.  I made a deal with myself (and my Springer Spaniel,
"Holden" witnessed it so help his uncut tail!) to read this biography of
Salinger once without a mark or bent page or yelp but it's hard.  I'm only
seventy pages into it but already sense it's rather bloated
without enough good insights to make the pages very turnable.  I feel like
I felt when I plowed through Maynard's prose.  Christ Buddies, the way
Alexander deals with this stuff probably set you all off a while ago but
I'm behind the curve and just catching rye...maybe hoping to catch the
above paragraph with a paradoxical reflection...woof, will

On Wed, 18 Aug 1999, Camille Scaysbrook wrote:

> writing is so much more exciting than me? Why does this virago lodged
> inside my pen attract, provoke, and fascinate so much more than I do? It's
> like speaking Clark Kent but being heard as Superman.
>