Swoon: Two poets and an internet romance. Which should make all cringe. She's in Tokyo, he's in New York. Its not fiction (with a caveat) and consists of edits/selections from a voluminous correspondance. I enjoyed the intelligence and passion and realness. ( more than once - after delivering floods of passion - she rejects him quite bluntly on the basis of his looks) That said, the caveat to its non-fictionality would be that, as time went on, ( or, at least, we learn this late in the book) they began to publicly perform their correspondance. I'm split on this: both highly suspicious, and thinking the awareness and conscious shaping must have been a great thing.
On the subject of which, liked the O'Hara poem a few posts back.
On the subject of which, liked the O'Hara poem a few posts back.
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