I look back on the original introduction to this book with a nostalgia that borders on pain. “There are times when I am seized by an almost uncontrollable desire to blurt out, in the middle of interviews, ‘Me! Me! Me! Enough about you. What about me?’” I actually wrote that. I actually believed that… Rereading this collection produced other fits of nostalgia. I am no longer the young woman who wrote about being made over by Cosmopolitan magazine, and I am no longer interested enough in the culture of kitsch to defend Jacqueline Susann. But here are these remnants of my former self, old snakeskins, and it amuses me to read them and remember how dippy I used to be. There are also pieces here that I’m proud of. But there’s nothing here extraordinary or brilliant. I am a journeyman, and if these articles work, they work as examples of an old-fashioned journalism. I am not a new journalist, whatever that is; I just sit here at the typewriter and bang away at the old forms. Which is fine with me.
Nora Ephron, Preface to the 1980 edition of “Wallflower at the Orgy”
Nora Ephron wrote a book 1967 and people liked it and bought it, so in 1970 she wrote a new introduction to the book with her thoughts. Then, ten years later, people were still liking and buying the book, so she wrote the quote above in a second introduction, and it’s how we’re all gonna feel about our blogs, I think.
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