3:05 Jun 19th, 2012 | 0 notes
We knew she liked Trollope and she loved jazz. She lived on Horatio Street, in Greenwich Village. She once dated J. D. Salinger. Back in the sixties, she had written letters to the Village Voice, tangling with Norman Mailer. She once told a co-worker that the happiest time of her life was the summer she spent at a camp where she was issued a bugle and charged with the duty of blowing Reveille every morning.
a short story in a paragraph. from “Not Everyone Can Read Proof”: The Legacy of Lu Burke, by Mary Norris