While I didn't take any time off over the holidays, there was a silver lining. I posted something about reading Rosamond Bernier's Some of My Lives as a substitute for joining friends in Mexico, and a mutual friend is taking me to meet her tonight. I have been beside myself for days, although I've settled on a white sheath with a white coat (by Cozbi) and a grey stole, and the rings I had made in homage to Edith Sitwell, by the publisher of New Directions. I had hoped to gin up some suitable adventures by now but the only notable thing is that I ate escargots for the first time the other night at Balthazar. The man who persuaded me will likely win the Pulitzer for his next novel, but it's not out yet. A small tale, for now, but one I suspect will get better with age.
You'll tell us more about the book when it comes out, though, right? Your little non-description already has me interested in buying it. :) Also, I must check out Some of My Lives. I've never heard of Rosamond Bernier, forgive me. I just recently got a copy of Gina Berriault's short story collection, Women In Their Beds, after reading about her for the first time in Poets & Writers magazine written by Daphne Kalotay. I bought the book immediately after reading the article.
Posted by: Hersilentmusing | January 09, 2013 at 07:14 PM