Another new Patricia Highsmith bio I must get, even though I haven't read the last one! NO MATTER! Need it.
Especially after reading this fucked-up morsel in Jeanette Winterson's Times review:
[Highsmith] collected snails, liking their portable hiding place and the
impossibility of of telling which was male and which was female [don't we all? -
ed]. She traveled with snails in her luggage and kept hundreds in her
home. If she was bored at dinner parties [sic], she might get a few out
and let them loose on the tablecloth.
Um, what?
Still, it does bespeak a more civil time...do you think the spoilsports at airport security would let one travel with a satchel full of live escargot these days? Nope. Such BULLSHIT!
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