Still Life with Artichokes and Anaïs Nin
"You’re writing a memoir about Anaïs Nin?” she asked. “Really?” "Well, it’s more just an anecdote,” I said. “Something you might jot down in a diary.” "Hold it,” she said. “Hold it. A diary? You’re too late. Anaïs Nin staked out that turf decades ago. You might even be accused ... Read More
