I am only 50 pages into reading Carolee Schneemann: Correspondence Course, just out from Duke University Press, and already I am exhausted. Exhausted by the intensity of the letters from a young woman in the Eisenhower era that foreshadow every conflict and conflagration of masculine and feminine identity in the short era of my own life, which began in the 1950s, and comprise what stands to be the foremost testament to the life of an artist in the 20th century and beyond.
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