Aug 08 2012 ∞
“ I would get these funny zaps of envy reading her prose. I should have done more drugs, I would stupidly think. I should have fallen deeper in the hole. I was just a garden-variety lush, so enamored of booze I didn’t even bother with hard drugs. And I saw in her drug use and her writing an abandon I never allowed myself, and it gave her articles that unmistakable thrill of things breaking apart.
I don’t want to call Sarah Hepola’s NYT Magazine piece on Cat Marnell anything but perfect.
Maybe one day I will write something on all the weird feelings of guilt/inauthenticity I have over not possessing the temperament to be dangerously debauched.