Feb 12
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
definition.
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
about me.
André
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