An Open Letter to Lynda Barry

Periodically, I bring your books to class to show the students what you do.  (Yesterday it was One Hundred Demons.)  Your books (and I love Cruddy by the way), and a couple of words you advised me to say to a man who suggested I hadn't found my voice yet (*&^$#% you!), and a little obsession with Saul Steinberg (the guy used to throw parties where he and his friends would wear paper bag masks and pose for formal portraits!), all helped free me from a tight little corner I had written myself into.

I am getting an ink stone, ink stick, and Asian brushes for my birthday. (April 1st.  Yes, I know.) Can't wait to try it out!

Thank you for the suggestion!

Two women who used to hang out with Saul Steinberg.

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