Black Swans

And fiction got through to me where facts had feared to tread.

“I stood outside that window in the dark

God, jealousy sure is a mad dog from hell with rabies

when we thought how you behaved was the fault of other people.
The dictionary I own does not define jealousy as pain. It uses words like “resentment,” “envy,” “mental uneasiness from suspicion,” and the effete “mood

when we thought how you behaved was the fault of other people

It’s only temporary: you either die, or get better

beauty without a whisper of fading, sagging, or wrinkling, although real girls do age, of course, no matter how self-enchanted they are. And age is a disaster

Eve is still fighting back against those that would tell her how to write, what to write about, and how to spend her days

don’t think anyone has written about the freefall of youth as well as Babitz—the power of its taut skin and amoral beauty, the freedom from consequences and the future

The Eve of Black Swans has the weight of the years and the voice of history within her