To Ann, Finally…
By Alice Butler.
Dear Ann, you were the danger secretary too. You put the secret in secretary. I think of you clocking off from your typist job at the Royal College of Art, and catching the bus to your Notting Hill bedsit, where you would tap away at the manuscript of your first novel. It was named after that painter you had a crush on: Adrian BERG.
Dodie longs to write like Kathy Acker, but I wonder if Kathy Acker longed to write like you.