Friday, May 25, 2012
the last book I ever read (Are You My Mother? excerpt two) (how do you do this with a graphic memoir?)
from Alison Bechdel's Are You My Mother? A Comic Drama:
Why can't my life and my work be the same thing? My work is about my life!
Oy, vey. The thing is, you relate to your own mind like it's an object...like it's an internalized parent or lover. Being attached to your work, your mind, the way you would be to another person--that cuts you off from the world.
Wait, I gotta write this down!
The irony of the fact that I'm writing a book about all this is not lost on me. Yet I don't seem to have a choice.