The more we learn of a person, the less we know.
—Djuna Barnes, Nightwood
This is as true of good people as it is of good books. I’m currently nibbling through John Steinbeck’s Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters and as the book (East of Eden, that is) has started to hit its stride as he’s writing it, he’s complaining about how the book is suddenly exploding in size. As he puts it, “everything is having puppies.” The better he got to know the book, the less he knew about it.
Last week: Dr. Charles Tart on falling dreams.
Next week: Czesław Miłosz’s shimmering weave.
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