My new idol!
seeing this picture suddenly makes me feel so much better about life. i always imagined jennifer egan as someone not so much older than myself (because my first exposure to her was a story about teenagers in the new yorker two years ago, and now black box which is also about a younger woman, and i ought to have looked her up before now but i just didn’t okay) and was jealous of her accomplishments; upset at myself for lacking clarity and perspective and motivation and work product.
this is like walking through the art museum and feeling a soul-freeing relief when they print the dates of the artist’s life underneath the title of the piece (also dated) and you do the mental math and realize they were much older when they did their most mature work no shit.
(no shit. it’s hard to practice not being hard on yourself.)
(follow up: ALLEGRA GOODMAN is also in her 40s omg my life just got way less tense.)