Dept. of Speculation by Jenny Offill is an extraordinary slice of person woven together in the form of disparate pieces of time, different moods. Offill somehow captured pieces of me in her resolute representation of herself.
“My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn’t even fold his own umbrella. Vera licked his stamps for him.”