“Is that a cat on your wallet?” I’m at the checkout counter paying for a meal. She seems amused. “It is, it is,” I say, amused also, but not because I think the cat wallet is funny, which it objectively is. Rather, I’m amused because she doesn’t know she’s looking at the tip of an […]
Look at this 1957 press photo of Sinclair Lewis. Now look at his cat. Closely. If you need to, right-click the photo, open it in a new tab, and zoom in on the faces. See what I’m talking about? They’re the same person. Yet the cats in his novels fare so poorly. Self-loathing, perhaps.
Leave it to William S. Burroughs to make a book about the cats he loved so deeply something depressing, disturbing, and gross. Here, using the cut-up style he pioneered, is The Cat Inside, distilled from 94 pages to its essence in 94 words: Reek of boiling sewage, coal gas and burning plastics, copraphagic perversions, like human […]
