A scene from The Correspondence Artist that I particularly appreciated because it is very funny, and because it reminded me of the scene in Terry Castle’s memoir where she is miserable at a dinner party where everyone is extremely famous, and because I have a feeling — an unconfirmed feeling — that everyone who lives in New York long enough eventually finds himself in some analogous situation. Of course, because of the nature of The Correspondence Artist, this itself is an analogue of a similar situation that Browning found herself in with her real-life paramour. (Probably.)
The Correspondence Artist is our January pick, incidentally!
"Binh and Matthew Barney exchanged some kind of special, complicated handshake."