Recent Reads Reflections In A Golden Eye The B…
Reflections In A Golden Eye
The Ballad of The Sad Cafe
by Carson McCullers
Should I say that Carson McCullers is the Diane Arbus of literature or should I say that Diane Arbus is the Carson McCullers of photography? Mutes, hunchbacks, a lady sans nipples – oh my!
Now I’m debating on whether to start McCullers “Clock Without Hands” that has the opening sentence of, “Death is always the same, but each mands dies in his own way” or Turgenev’s “Fathers and Sons.”
