THIS IS SAM SCOVILLE’S EVALUATION OF MY WRITING:

Caroline,
VOICE is all. Content’s galore
In your own helter-skelter conversational  way you’ve
got VOICE—a big-deal among people in creative writing
programs  look for and hope to find. Their own voice
the way the rest of us hope to find our own self.

Author authorizing authority authoritatively

That’s what counts. The sound. It don’t matter if the
writing is about nuclear warfare, middle-east agony,
problem in the dorm, manic-depressive sisters,
sleeplessnss in Utah. If it doesn’t have VOICE, I say
forget about it.  If it does: it engages—like good talk

Live. As opposed to dead and deadening—which both
Fromkin and Pinker are which seem necessary if
you are going to getRdone and cover some ground.

You say some consider racism is dead and then go on
to take issue.
How could it ever be dead?. We’re all xenophobes somewhere
somehow, some way.   I hate my colleagues (well, I’ve made it clear I
hate every body—so “racism” is merely a sub-division  classifying
certain portions of my over all misanthropy.
And of course I generalize.  Everyone else hates everyone too but
it can’t be said or  confessed because as post-enlightenmentalists
we’re all saluting brotherhood-of- myn and humanities’ fundamental
goodness.  Who can defy that?

Never mind.  It’s a language problem. Always is, in my mind.
The lady who waxes your eyebrows:
See what I’m saying.

Undo social inequalities?  Is that what wakes you in the middle of
the night in a cold sweat?   During waking life—sure. We have our
socio-logical interests and committments.  Team spirit  But at
night?  Half asleep, half not?  .

“We’re all crazy egos hungry for love,” says Sherwood Anderson.
That’s an equality right there.
Fun to read your readings about readings, Caroline . What I always hope
for.

Best, Sam