Introduction
Reading “The Daydreams of a Drunk Woman,” I felt at times as if I were the drunk woman myself. Giddy as she banters with her selves from the three-paned mirror, exhausted as all she wants is to sink into the oblivion of sleep, dazed as she goes through dinner in a drunken haze, and finally a mad freedom as she bathes in her misery. Clarice … Continue reading Introduction