I’m currently, after years of delay, reading Selected Letters of William Styron, and as imagined, it’s a gem. His letters brim with insight, wisdom, wit, and very often frustration—many written with such eloquence that I can’t help but feel jealous. At some point in the not-too-distant future I’ll hopefully delve deeper and write properly about this book, but in the meantime here are just a few excerpts from some of the many pages I’ve bookmarked so far.
Those golden words turn to dust
Those golden words turn to dust
Those golden words turn to dust
I’m currently, after years of delay, reading Selected Letters of William Styron, and as imagined, it’s a gem. His letters brim with insight, wisdom, wit, and very often frustration—many written with such eloquence that I can’t help but feel jealous. At some point in the not-too-distant future I’ll hopefully delve deeper and write properly about this book, but in the meantime here are just a few excerpts from some of the many pages I’ve bookmarked so far.