I have to get back to my biography of Tennessee Williams. I haven't been in it since before we left for Philadelphia. What's it been now--almost a month of not reading it. I have read in the meantime other things, Robert Lowell, Frank O'Hara, Anne Sexton, Stefan Zweig, Lawrence Sterne--a few chapters of Tristam Shandy? Rereading. I … Continue reading Detained; or, Is There Such a Thing as Cubist Reading?