If you are in any way squeamish or genteel, skip 'Gillespie and I.' If you'd like to know a little more about the seamy side of the human condition, by all means, pick this one up.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
'Gillespie and I' is a deliciously morbid, almost smutty story, a compendium of inappropriate wants and smarmy desires.
I'm a doctor's daughter. I'm not squeamish at all.
I try to say something about the human condition whenever I can when I'm lucky.
I have written some of the clumsiest, most clogged-yet-vagrant, hobbledehoyish, hitch-slipping sentences ever conceived by the human mind.
We are a puny and fickle folk. Avarice, hesitation, and following are our diseases.
I'm not squeamish at all. As a child I dragged a dead squirrel home on my skateboard and cut it open and tried to look at its brain.
What interests me are the complexities and contradictions and struggles and joys of messy human beings.
'Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
I do have a delicate side.
I'm certainly not squeamish at all. The countryside makes you very aware of birth and death.