When people learn I have lung cancer, I’m invariably asked whether I smoked. I usually confess and say yes, I perfected the art of smoking at Paris cafés in the 1960s. So tell me, if I smoked, do I deserve to have lung cancer?
Diary Entry
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books: the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need, for now, to launch (a k a promote) my new memoir, My Brilliant Friends: Our Lives in Feminism. Naturally, I inhabit both spaces, which makes for a strangely bifurcated, though far from boring, existence. Click to view both Feminist Friendship Archive and My Multifocal Life projects.