I can’t help thinking of this film when I am at the Y. I didn’t realize it was based on a short story of Cheever’s. By the pool I am reading Updike. “The Afterlife.” I’m reading it very slowly and I look up a lot because there is so much going on, poolside. Whole short stories. Intact.
Carverville. A land I inhabit in the mo. Updike is just like that in this book I am reading. My fave short story was “Conjunction,” so far. OMG. The writing.
I want to be able to write in the same way that documents an era. I read Cheever when I was in high school. But never Updike until now. It’s so truthful it captures the brutality of having an eye like that. One thing about these writers I admire? Cheever, Carver and now Updike…
The house in this movie The Swimmer reminds me of last summer.