welp, just devoured 310 pages of interview. really it just rips me up that i’ll never get to read a new word of his, that the pale king never got to be finished, that there really weren’t 40 more years of work ahead of him like he thought there’d be in the lipsky interviews. i know that i would have never been capable of breathing the same air as him without being incredibly awkward and overwhelmed and confused by this ginormous (and false) intimacy i’ve got from loving his writing so much…. but that doesn’t mean i’ll ever stop being torn up over the fact that he died so early.
