Misc: Vivian Gornick. Could be outta BLEEDING EDGE. Sorta.

[Mark Kohut]

Gornick’s discontent is foundational, fertile, unquenchable, except by
writing, and as I’ve said, quite often funny. She’s not necessarily
the New Yorker you’d like butting into your soliloquy: “At three in
the afternoon, I pass a man who is yelling in the air, ‘Help me! Help
me! I’ve got four uncurable diseases! Help me!’ I tap him on the
shoulder and cheerfully confide, ‘The word is incurable.’ Without
missing a beat, he replies, “Who the fuck asked you.”
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