Constance Eakins embodied the
phrase "lust for life," and indulged that lust at
every turn, whether by means of prostitutes or prose. His writing,
obviously, was of a piece with the way he lived: distinguished
by a passion for the pleasures of man that all but defies any
attempt to chart the events of his life on a timeline. Nevertheless,
I have tried. The real treasure
is this Paris
Review interview I turned up at the Shakespeare & Co
bookshop in Paris, where I spent one summer as a clerk.
—Conroy |
