Photo copyright MB Goffstein
I adore the art of M. B. Goffstein, from The Gats to Po Chu-i at the Waldorf.
My head whirls with how the novels are so finely connected and yet so separate. I sometimes dip in and out of them, usually do, as they become more and more familiar. It is a little like sailing around a beautiful lake and seeing something new each time; you are never sure of the terrain or the weather, there is always something fresh, perhaps you might miss something? Or you know you missed something but you will come back and see it again. And maybe there is a little fog or light rain or fat snow. But it all belongs together.