I have been wanting to write about the serialized fiction written collaboratively by Jeanette Winterson, A.M. Homes
and some others, which was published over the summer in the UK Guardian, but I simply haven't read it yet. I cannot bear to sit at the computer and read the entire thing, and I haven't yet found an easy way to print it in one big batch, so I can't yet comment even though I sure am curious what those gals came up with. Winterson and Homes, the fantasy romantic and the pragmatic virtuoso. Hmm. Like two tops with no aesthetic compatibility. I just don't see how it's going to work. I'll let you know when I get around to reading it after I read all my students' work...While searching for suitable moody portraits of Homes and Winterson to steal off the Internet, I came across this photo from The New York Times of Amy Homes and Ethan Hawke.
They apparently were speaking at a panel on Jack Kerouac. I'm not sure what to say about that, so I'll go with first-thought-best-thought: Hawke clearly did not see the need to wash his hair.
