ZANE KOTKER
I read much of this book while in a two-hour holding pattern over La Guardia Airport, and it would not be inappropriate to say that Violet Clay is a book about a 32-year-old artist in a holding pattern; toward the end, the runway is cleared and Violet Clay descends, a whole lot nearer to where she wanted to get than she was at takeoff. Except this image seems off for a book that is about women in their houses.





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