Bowles

While dipping into the first few pages of some fifteen hundred odd pages of Gore Vidal essays, I was pleased to see that the inveterate name dropper seemed to admire and appreciate Paul Bowles.

It made me feel guilty because I used to devour Bowles’ estranged works. My Bowles period lasted a good number of years (I even stood outside his house in North Africa, but lacked the courage to knock, despite his well known generosity to random admirers), but it’s been some time since I’ve read him.

We’ll add him to the list.