Hazlitt regular contributor Sarah Nicole Prickett knows all the words to two things: Clueless and William Faulkner’s Nobel Prize acceptance speech. She’s tattooed like an eighth-grade notebook and reads Lydia Davis, or Joan Didion, like the Bible. She lives in New York and Toronto and writes for the The Globe & Mail, FASHION Magazine, BULLETT, Style.com, and The New Inquiry. Her moon sign is Aquarius. She is never bored.
Sarah Nicole Prickett
American Vogue’s creative director as romantic heroine, who dyes the sea blue and consults a cat psychic.
It was the hot middle of June. Breathing sucked. I had insomnia. So I read Bolaño’s posthumously published Antwerp, a murder mystery without content or form. It has 56 parts. Most are no more than two paragraphs. They add up to a great hole, like something ripped in consciousness, in time.