My mother had dementia. She would call me crying that she had no shoes. When I got to her apartment, it was strewn with shoes, but she was out somewhere, wandering, lost. Every time I forget something, I shudder, sure it's the first sign of dementia.
My first "HuffPost Books" piece was posted a year ago this month, and I'd like to use that trivial anniversary to thank commenters for introducing me to many authors and novels I had never read before.
Although not a delusional madness like that of his glorious character Poprishchin, mincing around the stage like a "frightened insect on an agar plate...
DIARY OF A MADMAN *** out of ****
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What...
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A stou...
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