Coffee, this time.
A friend reminds me that there's a new Cheever bio out. Reviewed nicely here by Ian Crouch.
Consider this feat: Cheever published one-hundred twenty-one short stories in the New Yorker!
Sexual anxiety fueled both massive depression (what Cheever called le cafard, or “the cockroach”) and astonishing alcoholism. Bailey offers a succinct and elegant appraisal: “Rather like the tippler in the Little Prince, he drank because he was ashamed, and was ashamed because he drank.”