John Updike once affably damned James Agee as a wasted talent who failed to cultivate his craft. Liza Birnbaum replies with a defense of the glories of Agee’s ragged, heartfelt work.
She’s convinced they’re married; he’s adamant they’re not. Let the Regency games begin!
What an unruly, monstrous house cat hath joined together, let no man put asunder!