Last night at Seattle Arts and Lectures.
I don't appreciate her cute and false attempts to put herself down or, as she says, drop names, but her literary gossip's delicious when not ridiculous (She made Susan Sontag cry. Ho hum) and some of her writing is the finest I've ever read. Try, for instance:
Cynthia Ozick : The Shawl
includes: "Rosa” from The New Yorker, March 21, 1983