Lots of love on the Facebook, and some lovely letters from friends old and new. I am glad people are reading this–I worked really hard on it. I cut out about half of the writing of this essay, which seemed like butchery at the time, but I think I did the right thing. Maybe I will post the leftovers here on the site? I even–gasp!–name names.
Living amid careerists is like living with tigers./Tigers rarely practice etiquette or love consistently.
Gregg Rappleye gets the title sequence–Robert Graves, Didion, then shmucks like me–correct.
Not incidentally, Iowa product Eula Biss, who is not a shmuck, has a pretty darn good essay called “Goodbye to All That” in Notes From No Man’s Land. She tries to tackle why New York City in general is such a cruel place, whereas I just try to tackle why NYC poets are such cruel people.