Sublime

The war, which had been over for seven years, was a faded memory. Now was the time of “Les Années Folles”: giddy prosperity and joyful experimentation. Paris was alive with artists, writers, and composers of myriad persuasions who had flocked to be together in the city of lights. Here, novelist Gertrude Stein, the self-acknowledged genius from San

Was this my punishment? To live the reality of my dream and find out that its glittering beauty faded to nothing when I stepped close?

Just as Peter Thiel was no longer gay and Kanye West no longer black, so Germaine Greer was no longer a feminist.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin—five

wearing a rust-colored middy blouse and skirt by a Japanese designer. I wondered if her editor at Knopf, Shelly Wanger, had bought it. She often helped Joan with clothes.

garrulous

She pleases him, this shy slip of a girl who doesn’t dare to look up, who’s so unlike those flappers over there, whom he detests in a grouchy sort of way because a gramophone always rattles to life when they show up and because they sashay through the room as no woman in Holland ever would have in his day.