Reading Gertrude Stein can make one feel foolish, stupid, and bewitched.
If they wanted to [have sex], we reassure ourselves, they would. Elif Batuman is skeptical of these reassurances.
[F. Scott] Fitzgerald’s L.A. years are typically regarded as a minor coda to a tragic life, and Tycoon as a brilliant fragment of tantalizing promise
Fitzgerald had found a way for his death to give Tycoon, a necessarily fragmented tale of loss, a more moving outcome than anything he might dream up.
To survive the mundane crush, we daily create little fantasies that must be destroyed by nightfall.
Gertrude Stein weaves her attention in the action of writing as the focus. What comes from the actions fund what follows
Literature, like all art, becomes an avatar of the cultural identity, and in Indian publishing, the country’s complicated relationship with autonomous female narratives continues.