Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ

Separate the art from the home-wrecking Guinness heiress. A book so original it not only invents its own genre but also creates a philosophical approach to being a woman that is very different from anything else I have encountered and of course extremely fucked up. Blackly funny, totally unpretentious, and any parts that I thought were "bad writing" were revealed to be absolutely necessary by the end. Fantastic afterword in NYRB edition that includes anecdote of hubby Rob Lowell chiseling into the wall because he *hears voices* and instead of telling him to stop, Caroline picks up a chisel and joins in.