cassandra rose

as i am wont to do, and reading about how she called her novel the bell jar a "pot boiler"--a work written just to keep the lights on--and just, like, man. i don't even know what to say about that. it's sad, but also kind of funny: there's so much in that book that it's just laughable to hear it reduced to such a thing, especially by its own author. i hope sylvia doesn't mind being remember most for her pot boiler, wherever she is.