I Spent Part Of My College Years

In The Traditional Urban Novel, There Is Only Survival Or Not. The Suburban Idea, The Conformist Idea, That Agony Can Be Seen To And Cured By Doctors Or Psychoanalysis Or Self-knowledge Is Nowhere To Be Found In The City. Talking Is A Way Of Life, But It Is Not A Cure. Same With Religion.

Take Naps. Often New Ideas Come Together When You Are Half Asleep, But You Have To Train Yourself To Remember Them.

I Have Noticed Before That There Is A Category Of Acquaintanceship That Is Not Friendship Or Business Or Romance, But Speculation, Fascination.

I Was Depressed, But That Was A Side Issue. This Was More Like Closing Up Shop, Or, Say, Having A Big Garage Sale, Where You Look At Everything You've Bought In Your Life, And You Remember How Much It Meant To You, And Now You Just Tag It For A Quarter And Watch 'em Carry It Off, And You Don't Care. That's More Like How It Was.

When 'the Awakening' Was Published It Was Considered So Scandalous It Was Banned In The Author's Home-town Library, And She Herself Was Barred From The Fine Arts Club In The Same City. What The Novel Has To Offer, Among Other Things, Is Honesty.