She saw what I was trying to write…. They protest, explain, beg to differ. During the past six years, she has been a resident and a patient at multiple facilities, and undergone about thirty electroshock treatments.
Quite dedicated in the civil rights movement she started writing short stories in the fifties. Another impressive stylistic device is when the father complains about his work. Moments in her stories, often her endings, cause me real sorrow, and, perhaps acclimated to the contemporary tendency toward compensatory lyrical updraft, I feel myself mentally looking over at the author, for, maybe a conciliatory little suggestion that all will be well?
All these agitated manic New York voices explaining themselves! Mere straightforward representation is not her game. Be patient.