Dear Robert Garlitz,
I am in Berlin for a few days because they are screening Call Me by Your Name. It showed at Sundance, but I was too...lazy to go to Utah. Berlin I love. But I am taking some time out because I wanted to write back.
Yes for the house in either Nantucket or the Vineyard. But before I sign anything, let me just say this. I have been in print for 20 years now and received some adulation, but never--i.e. NEVER--have I felt that a reader understood me to the bone or so thoroughly as you did in your blog. You went straight to the soul of things--to use mystical language--because you got what I have elsewhere called the "soufflé" effect, the folding back and forth without necessarily arriving at any answer, a form of treading water, of floating but not swimming. I can go on but it is the subject of what I hope will be a forthcoming collection of essays on various artists entitled Homo Irrealis, based on the irrealis mood, something that linguists call the indefinite mood in grammar. Wikipedia has, I think, a damn good
In any event, you have inspired me to get Pessoa and see what he writes. Thank you so much for ... well, thinking of me, thinking