This past April, I read, in a state of shock, the first letter my friend Carolyn G. Heilbrun sent to the writer May Sarton. Dated March 8, 1968, it was a typed, single-spaced letter on personalized stationery with Carolyn’s name […]
What I remember about Carolyn with an onslaught of intellectual agita is not solely the artifact of a major death anniversary, but also the surprising effects of an earlier encounter with an interesting young woman.
Had I told Carolyn the mismemory story (see part 1) many years later, at one of our weekly dinners, confessed my confusion and embarrassment but also made light […]
It was October 1992. Carolyn had retired from Columbia after the spring semester—early, as retirements go these days, at sixty-six. The head of the Women’s […]
October 10 is my friend Naomi Schor’s birthday. She would have turned 80 this year. Naomi’s Breaking the Chain: Women, Theory, and French Realist Fiction
OCTOBER 22, 1992: “Out of the Academy and into the World with Carolyn G. Heilbrun”: This is how I want to remember Carolyn Heilbrun, the
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 now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.