“The thing is, I don’t feel like I massively do that,” she said. I don’t feel like I’m someone who writes about dating.”Yet the impetus for her most recent book, “The Lonely City,” came when Ms.
Laing, in her mid-30s — “an age at which female aloneness … Laing’s primary subject is not herself, but rather artists like Edward Hopper and Andy Warhol and Henry Darger, for whom, she argues, loneliness was everywhere. Laing herself appears in flashes all through the narrative, in cameos of solitude, staring into neighbors’ windows, skimming the personal ads on Craigslist, going on first dates with the men she finds there, but never any second dates.
Witt’s chapter about going to Burning Man (and having sex with a like-minded bookish dude she met at the Black Rock City library) was published in the London Review of Books, her father was upset, she said. Witt, he said, “is really writing for us, for a lot of my friends who, it’s not just that their lives haven’t taken a conventional path — their lives may have taken a conventional path — but they want to choose their sexual lives, they don’t want to have them assigned, they don’t want to be told, ‘Well, at the end of the day, when we’re all grown up, we know what we’re supposed to do.’”At the same time, Mr.
There wasn’t “so much a conversation, just my brother saying: ‘Dad didn’t like your article,” Ms. But after that: “I wasn’t scared anymore.”“It would be strange to me if young, intellectual women writers weren’t interested in intimacy, in the problems posed by sexual relations,” said Lorin Stein, who edited Ms. Stein noted, ours does not seem like a moment of wild reinvention. Bell an email to answer that question, recalling a moment from her 20s when she was dating an older man, who told her that he was still hung up on his ex and may ultimately choose neither of them. Weigel turned to him and asked, “What should I want?
Witt began writing, she was nervous and reticent, and wrote in the third person.