so, we went to the historical society book club last night. we didn't really go anywhere, just sat on the couch with book club on our lap and the australian open on tv. r. said aren't you excited? you've been waiting for this! but i wasn't really after reading the book and another one by bette howland. it was odd because i still wanted to be excited, it was such a coincidence i ordered it blind from the library before i knew that she was connected to r. and my landlady. it's funny on zoom, it reminds me a little of laugh-in or hollywood squares, or just looking at the little lighted boxes in the high rise across the way. people on video not seeming to see that they are visible and seen. one guy sleeping. anyway i tangent. the bottom line i hafta say was boresville. the book about her spell on mental ward w3 was rather boresville too, i'm sorry to say. i know trauma and meds can erase memory, and the memoir feels like a later recollection, detached, she didn't even seem traumatized, in fact she seemed sort of quasi-omniscient. i wondered how much of her memory was invented by memory. s. said it was so smooth, maybe that was a triumph. i said it seemed more elision than triumph. that's all i got for now, i could be wrong about bette and w-3, if so, i pologize.