Clonk, thud, a grrrr scraping sound as if some large, bony, inanimate object were being dragged against its will-- the noises finally seeped through her tight-woven concentration and took shape, as she sat working at her desk. She glanced up at the high ceiling thinking. Another one's found a mate.

-- from Open the Door (1966)

Of all her books, I think I like this one best, and so am a bit more reluctant to cut pieces loose from it for this website. This first paragraph is, for instance, genius-- simple on the face of it, but capturing everything that is to come near-complete in three quick sentences. Let me make explicit what every post in this blog implies-- you should read this woman's work. This would not be a bad place to start.