On Two Very Different Writers, Or, Next Up: Morning Pages

Grace Paley died yesterday.

I love her writing, it's impossible not to. I love her politics. I am suspicious of anyone who doesn't love Grace Paley.

From the NYT:

Ms. Paley was among the earliest American writers to explore the lives of women — mostly Jewish, mostly New Yorkers — in all their dailiness. She focused especially on single mothers, whose days were an exquisite mix of sexual yearning and pulverizing fatigue. In a sense, her work was about what happened to the women that Roth and Bellow and Malamud’s men had loved and left behind.

In the meantime, I've been reading Julia Cameron's memoir, Floor Sample. After years of making fun of The Artist's Way without having actually done it, blowing it off as some new-agey journaling cult, I find myself reading Cameron's memoir and being very, very inspired.

I'll admit I picked it up not because it was by Cameron, but because I heard that it detailed her cocaine addiction and marriage to Martin Scorcese, neither of which I'd been aware (of), both of which made her much more interesting to me. Those who know me, and even some of those who who don't, know I am a sucker for any memoir in which the writer hits rock-bottom and has to claw his/her way back up from the depths.

Can someone help me? Do I need another "of," and if so, where does it go in the first sentence of the previous paragraph? Catherine? Anyone?

I did not anticipate finding Julia Cameron's memoir so fascinating. She does cover her drug addiction, some juicy Hollywood details, but it's her AA-inspired writing habits that I'm loving. Her writing style is strange and hard to get used to (Argh, I am having a hard time with prepositions in this post --Ed.), sort of formal and stilted, but I'm used to it now and I highly recommend the book. If it continues to be this good, I am warning you: I might try The Artist's Way. Anyone who will defriend me for this should let me know immediately.

I like Julia Cameron. She's no Grace Paley, but who is?

UPDATE: THE JULIA CAMERON BOOK TURNED OUT TO BE NOT GOOD. Don't read it. I take it back. After her "awakening," she reports on like 400 moves between Taos and NYC with a prolonged description of her psychotic break. It was terribly hard to get through. Maybe just read the first third and then stop.