tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235041470287973967.post7132956075400168674..comments2024-02-22T14:09:58.641-08:00Comments on Nolens Volens and Eidolons: The Anxiety of Deadlinesejcolenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06594110892122609882noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235041470287973967.post-57023745378103833232007-11-24T13:49:00.000-08:002007-11-24T13:49:00.000-08:00The book on Patricia Highsmith can't have helped. ...The book on Patricia Highsmith can't have helped. I want to read her as obsessed with twinness, with intimacy-gone-awry, but from the bio it seems she was obsessed with violence. Determined to feel misunderstood.<BR/><BR/>Right now I'm watching quite the choreographed cat-and-bird show: our neighbor's three-legged cat is perched on the fence, gazing with admiration and obvious hunger at a tiny bird in a naked tree. <BR/><BR/>The bird is safe, or seems so. The cat is wondering where its people are. And as usual I'm wondering what they do in their attic room, of which I get just a glimmer of light, and what looks like stacks of records -- possibly musical scores? -- in rows and rows.Carol Guesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14810606077438065844noreply@blogger.com