I've never really thought about her. I've hardly made an effort to read any of her work since I've always found the little that I have read far too disturbing. In fact, I've always gone out of my way to avoid anything that has to do with her.
This morning though, I wound up watching a film about her. It seemed a bit on the drab side of the scale and to my mind, appeared to treat her rather harshly. Or maybe it didn't. I don't know enough about her life to be able to comment.
I haven't been able to stop thinking of it though. Her later work has always struck me as being so honest that it's frightening... reality can sometimes be so bleak that anything seems preferable to it, and almost everything -- including fantasy, deception, deceit; any form of dishonesty or delusion -- is preferable if only in terms of being easier to bear.
