Journal of a Solitude by May Sarton

It takes place in about a year’s times, dealing with frequent isolation in a rural house with no electricity during the crisis of a fragmented love affair with a younger women. There is much beauty in her paragraphs and grandiose depression smeared across many a sentence. There is also the dilemma of misconception bothering her enormously. This is the misreading of one of her recent collections of poetry, which leave many of its readers with a false impression of the poet. She professes not to be wise and despises fallacies as she undertakes to personally respond to all the letters she is sent. Little details of the feral cat, other wild critters, various literary readings elsewhere, and vacations, swim about and show us a very human artist confronting her insecurities and bouts of melancholy. I loved this work, finding myself in much of what she says, and give it 4 stars.