Saturday, August 30, 2008

"...she's wearing knee-high pink boots..."

Right--snuck in there, but there all the same. Of course, so is the following quote, which is setting off a detonating desire inside my brain to read this book right now, so I guess it's all good:

"I was so tired of being asked, 'Is this you?', 'Is this you?'" she says, "that I chose to write Clara. She's a 19th-century, dead, German - no one's going to think that's me - and yes," she rolls her eyes, "they did." Now she has written a memoir called This Is Not About Me. The title might be slightly arch, but when, in the final pages, the words are uttered, they act like a literary trip-wire, detonating repercussions through her story.

(Also.)