A beautiful – and slightly painful to read – passage that I just found.
I remember that lovely passage in Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking, after the death of her husband, John, where she realizes that when he looked at her, he saw all of her faces back to when she was young, not just the old face. There’s that layering of selves that we can have with someone else across a long relationship. [bold added]
2016 reading list, meet your new entry.
The quote is from an interview of poet and cultural critic Maggie Nelson, which I’ll soon read in its entirety (https://www.guernicamag.com/interviews/inflections-forever-new/).