This book of John Cheever’s journals came out over 20 years ago. I read It then. I read it again when it came out in paperback. I’m reading it again. I’m taken with the British-edition cover. It makes it fresh to me. It made me pick it up and dip into it. No matter the page, you’ll find remarkably strong and revealing writing.
It’s as good as his legendary story collection. Actually, I think I like these journal entries better. More private. Amazing candor and self-examination. It’s a privilege to read each one.
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