Kathleen Collins “Whatever Happened to Interracial Love”


I’m half way through “Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?” and already mesmerized by the mind and sui generis style of Kathleen Collins. “Interiors” in particular blew me away. Here’s an excerpt:

“I’m moody, damn it, and restless…and life has so many tuneless days…I can’t apologize for loving you so little. Only dreams carry the sweet logic I respect…dreams…and  a certain…insouciance…primevally inaccessible to your nature. You were born a son of a bitch, an asshole, a self-accommodating sentimentalist slowing down any old chariot in sight…for a ride. I love everything too little except the journey, the way the wheels turn…I’m just a passenger on the train of life…Of all the dreams I’ve satisfied, perhaps making money was the most…penetrating…”

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