There is a new biography on Elizabeth Bishop. It got cratered in the Times, but, then, I'm not in the market for a good biography on Bishop either. However, the book review dropped a juicy tidbit I must keep. Apparently, she was a lesbian and a real lady-killer. She once bragged to Robert Lowell, “I never met a woman I couldn’t make.” [NYT] ... ... Maureen Dowd: "Unlike the Bushes, who outsourced their political thuggery, Donald Trump does his own wet work." I finally got around to buying her book, "The Year of Voting Dangerously". I wanted to be sure to get a hardcover edition. In a dreamy way, I was thinking this book would be ideal to have ten, twenty years from now (if I should still be around doing my thing and not on the streets or incarcerated in some wretched institution), as an echo from my young adulthood when I felt a crushy attraction to the classy cosmopolitan columnist. Throughout much of the nineties, her columns were like a weekly love letter to me in my desolate state (from even before there was an Internet, back when it was just me and the voices in my head). Hell, I have even dreamed of her. Accordingly, I thought it would be great to have a book of her columns in my on-hand collection, so that I can always get another dose of her sassy college-girl voice. Of course, most people probably wouldn't understand this characterization, but it is the way I internalized her. It makes more sense when she was younger, back in the nineties. Her picture on the columns was very young looking, as well as very pretty, and her tone of voice was younger too.