Joy Williams

Per suggestion by the Contessa have been reading book of short stories by Joy Williams, writer of extremely dark wit. Stories very good, and funny, but subject matter--suicide, debilitating illness, heroin addition, death--not exactly sunshine and rainbows. Not that particularly care for sunshine and rainbow writing, but have noticed, not for the first time, that am deeply affected by what read. i.e. when read Strangers on the Train spent a solid three days convinced--not in a delusional, paranoid way, but in an anxiously resigned way--that I'd committed a murder and was soon to be scooped up by the police. Explain the same to the Contessa who says that she knows what I mean. When she was reading the book she kept thinking that she a) had cancer and b) that something Very Good was going to happen.