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My friend Gina recently linked to this marvelous collection of illustrated letters, which I marked for future reference. When I finally went to look at it just now, I was bowled over by the presence of a love note (I guess you’d call it) — on office stationery — from Eero Saarinen. Complete with slanty writing and a 3D heart. All my illusions would be officially shattered were it not for the fact that the note is almost distressingly unromantic and the heart is offset by a sketch of the Michigan Music School. Between that and the repeated misspelling of WOR[K]ED, it’s somehow endeared him to me further.
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In this funny piece about searching for a kind of kinship with Melville aboard a cruise ship, this paragraph stuck out at me:
I did manage to make a list of what he and I shared and where our experience differed. I’d booked an inside cabin on the Star Flyer’s bottom deck, hoping to approximate his berth on the Acushnet. I had a gimpy left leg on the trip, just as Melville had as he struggled through the Marquesan jungle; it made me feel close to him. I was mutinous, refusing to snorkel. That was about it. He had had no sunblock, no mosquito repellent, no sorbet course, no piano bar, no steward to turn down his bedspread (no bedspread), no chocolates on his pillow. And yet he produced two bestsellers.
We do have a way of getting in our own way.
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