Forgive me, Drew, but...the gentleman who called you? Wouldn't he be doing this? I mean, he is part of the organization.
I understand you might feel obliged to do this, or that it is a courtesy you must attend to personally; you just have so much on your plate, I am wondering if this is something you can let others do?
It is just something else to add to the list.
Things like that always happen and become emotionally fraught with death and funerals. I'm just sorry it's adding to your stress, Drew.
I can teach 19th century American literature at Buffista Academy. There will be no Henry James.
Evil lists.
Ginger, will there be Wharton? Love me some "House of Mirth."
And I know she's French, but I also love me some Colette. Anyone read the Thurman bio? So interesting! All I seem to read bios of are eccentric lady artistic types-- Colette, Millay, Parker, Kahlo, even Zelda Fitzgerald, although she wasn't a consistently GOOD writer and she wasn't so much eccentric as genuinely mentally ill.
Oops. Tangenty. (But if anyone knows of any other well-written bios of lady (or gentlemen) artists, let me know. I'm trying to get my hands on a bio of Natalie Barney I saw at a used bookstore last year -- should have nabbed it. )
I'm sorry you're dealing with this, Drew. If I can help you in any way from here, please just let me know.
Pix! You mean you're living with the guy, and he hasn't taught you the trick of the 151 mile reach-around?! For shame, for shame.
All the sinniness of nonconnubial cohab, and none of the perks.
I love you, Erin. I really, really do.
ION, I made a LOL.
I was expecting a Billy IdLOL.
I'm afraid the only Wharton I like is her non-fiction. I could be persuaded, I suppose, except that
Ethan Frome
will not even be allowed to enter the building.