Lydia Millet Is Sorry for All the Mean Things She Said
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Lydia Millet is the author, most recently, of How the Dead Dream.For our readers who may not be familiar with your work, what's the most accurate thing someone else has said about it?
I can't answer this without sounding moronic, so I'll have to demur.
What have you read/watched/listened to/looked at/ate recently that will permanently change our readers' lives for the better?
Read: Pullman's brilliant His Dark Materials, ostensibly to my children who are however 5 and 1; watched, the sky over Avra Valley; listened to, “Here He Comes”, the old Brian Eno song, on my husband's very good car stereo driving through the desert at night; looked at, some paintings by Dmitri Kozyrev whose kid goes to school with my daughter; eaten, goat cheese from Black Mesa Ranch. I'm pleased to let this serve as unpaid advertising for the foregoing.
Whose ghostwritten celebrity tell-all (or novel) would you sprint to the store to buy (along with a copy of The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius so that the checkout clerk doesn't look at you screwy)?
Noam Chomsky. Hands down.
Have you ever been a Starving Artist, and did it make you brilliant, or just hungry?
Never starved, but did overeat. I'm American.
What would you characterize as an ideal interaction with a reader?
Just them reading my books is good enough for me.
Have you ever written anything that you'd like to take back?
Chiefly some mean book reviews I wrote when I was young. Condescension is very, very bad in book reviews. Also several bad poems written in the French tongue, also when I was young, in imitation of Apollinaire.