![]() ![]() You therefore aren’t.” To miss these essays would be a shame. is that we are who we are because we know that by definition there can be only one of us. ![]() 1, 1995 ISBN: 1-4 Page Count: 258 Publisher: Weidenfeld & Nicolson/Trafalgar Review Posted Online: Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. Diski’s works are varied and surprising, and she puts a fresh spin on the personal essay with her bracing, singular prose, never veering into self-indulgence: “One of the basic beliefs we all have. An imaginative look at the carefully crafted absurdities of a deranged mind, with judicious dashes of humor and pathos. In “A Feeling for Ice,” she writes about her troubled childhood and her longing to visit Antarctica: “I wanted white and ice as far as the eye could see.” “It Wasn’t Him, It Was Her” explores the reputation of Nietzsche’s sister, Elisabeth, known primarily for having “corrupted Nietzsche’s work.” “He Could Afford It” investigates Howard Hughes’s obsessive compulsions: “What made Hughes remarkable,” she writes, is that “there was no practical reason for him to try to control his madness.” In “I Haven’t Been Nearly Mad Enough,” she compares writer Barbara Taylor’s memories of mental institutionalization with her own: in the midst of fear, both found a sense of community. This effortlessly readable posthumous essay collection from Diski (1947–2016) ( In Gratitude) shows her at her best. ![]()
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