Going At It Bald Headed

Writers are a rum bunch.

I was a great fan of Cynthia Ozick for years
and then forgot all about her.

Recently, having taken to retracing my reading steps
thanks to Google Books, I find that her obsession
with Henry James was mega.
In fact, it rocked.
It even rocked her confidence in her own voice,
if some of the reviews are to be believed.

However, she somehow survived the mesmerising
magic woven by "The Old Pretender" and if you
have nothing better to do, seek out her description
of the making of a
Golem
in an urban setting.

Such imagination is to be revered...