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
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.
