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Lacey was just as happy alone as with company. When she was alone, she was potential; with others she was realized. Alone, she was self-contained, her tightly spinning magnetic energy oscillating around her. When in company, she had invisible tethers to everyone in the room: as they moved away, she pulled them in. She knew who was doing better than she was, what man she would care to seduce just to prove she could. She was a naval commander knowing the location of all her boats.
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Steve Martin in “An Object of Beauty”
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Required Reading: “An Object of Beauty” by Steve Martin. A perfect summer study that has me thinking about art, again. Thank you to the friend who is letting me borrow it.
Flora: The green scene on my desk and the bathroom counter. What shall I arrange next?
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We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the “ideas” with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience.
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Joan Didion, “The White Album”

Required Reading: “We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live Collected Nonfiction” by Joan Didion. Introduction by John Leonard.
“Some Dreamers of the Golden Dream” Page 13
“Slouching Towards Bethlehem” Page 67
“On Morality” Page 120
“On Going Home” Page 125
“The Seacoast of Despair” Page 157
“Goodbye to All That” Page 168
“The White Album” Page 185



