Gertrude Stein article in the New Yorker this week. Written by a Stein novice who doesn't even seem to like Stein's writing, but there you are. It's confusing, stimulating, and generally good fun to look over Gertrude Stein's bio regardless of the circumstance -- her life was mindbendingly her own creation.

They even made a (negative) mention of Stanzas in Meditation, which is a poem I tried to write on once. I like this part.

Part III, Stanza X

Tell me darling tell me true
Am I all the world to you
And the world of what does it consist
May they be a chance to may they be desist
This came to a difference in confusion
Or do they measure this with resist with
Not more which.