"The notes were found, Ms. Malcolm said in the affidavit, by her 2-year-old granddaughter, Sophy Tuck, on the night of Aug. 11 in Ms. Malcolm's home in Sheffield, Mass. In Ms. Malcolm's telling, the child had been banging on the piano, then began exploring a nearby bookcase, where she plucked out a thin book with a red cover."
I can't think of another instance in which life imitates art so vividly and mischievously. It's like all her subjects--Freud, Plath, Chekhov, Stein - compressed into one anecdote.
"The notes were found, Ms. Malcolm said in the affidavit, by her 2-year-old granddaughter, Sophy Tuck, on the night of Aug. 11 in Ms. Malcolm's home in Sheffield, Mass. In Ms. Malcolm's telling, the child had been banging on the piano, then began exploring a nearby bookcase, where she plucked out a thin book with a red cover."
I can't think of another instance in which life imitates art so vividly and mischievously. It's like all her subjects--Freud, Plath, Chekhov, Stein - compressed into one anecdote.