Maggie Nelson

You know, for a world that demands direction, I certainly have none. Will I be a teacher? Will I go to France? Really, I don't know how smart I am. And that, above all else, keeps me working and working hard.

He got very nervous, so he set out looking for her, driving in his car. There's only one freeway, really, you know, between Ann Arbor and where my grandfather lived. The idea that he could just encounter her on the road, wandering somewhere, needing help. So he drove, you know, several hours just looking on the road to see.

He got very nervous, so he set out looking for her, driving in his car. There's only one freeway, really, you know, between Ann Arbor and where my grandfather lived. The idea that he could just encounter her on the road, wandering somewhere, needing help. So he drove, you know, several hours just looking on the road to see.

He got very nervous, so he set out looking for her, driving in his car. There's only one freeway, really, you know, between Ann Arbor and where my grandfather lived. The idea that he could just encounter her on the road, wandering somewhere, needing help. So he drove, you know, several hours just looking on the road to see.

There was a lot of hysteria when I grew up. There was a lot of barricading of the doors. Hysterical fear, you know, the kind of fear that just doesn't feel like it's going to do you any good to hold on to it.

There was a lot of hysteria when I grew up. There was a lot of barricading of the doors. Hysterical fear, you know, the kind of fear that just doesn't feel like it's going to do you any good to hold on to it.

There was a lot of hysteria when I grew up. There was a lot of barricading of the doors. Hysterical fear, you know, the kind of fear that just doesn't feel like it's going to do you any good to hold on to it.

It has poetry, prose, newspaper articles, journal entries. A book about Jane's life. She writes, I am happy. Tomorrow I may not be, yesterday I wasn't, but I am now, and that's all that matters.

It has poetry, prose, newspaper articles, journal entries. A book about Jane's life. She writes, I am happy. Tomorrow I may not be, yesterday I wasn't, but I am now, and that's all that matters.

It has poetry, prose, newspaper articles, journal entries. A book about Jane's life. She writes, I am happy. Tomorrow I may not be, yesterday I wasn't, but I am now, and that's all that matters.

I found her in the wild. Her name was Jane, plain Jane.

I found her in the wild. Her name was Jane, plain Jane.

I found her in the wild. Her name was Jane, plain Jane.

This is from Jane's journal in 1966. She writes to Barbara, Here's to the hope that you'll never stop growing up, not only for what you are, but what I am when I am with you, myself. Gratefully, your sister, Janie.

This is from Jane's journal in 1966. She writes to Barbara, Here's to the hope that you'll never stop growing up, not only for what you are, but what I am when I am with you, myself. Gratefully, your sister, Janie.

This is from Jane's journal in 1966. She writes to Barbara, Here's to the hope that you'll never stop growing up, not only for what you are, but what I am when I am with you, myself. Gratefully, your sister, Janie.

It was a terrible book to write. I had terrible nightmares. I mean, many times I thought I should abandon ship. Those nightmares began to haunt her. I had this phobia that Jane's killer might be alive and free. Little did she know.

It was a terrible book to write. I had terrible nightmares. I mean, many times I thought I should abandon ship. Those nightmares began to haunt her. I had this phobia that Jane's killer might be alive and free. Little did she know.

It was a terrible book to write. I had terrible nightmares. I mean, many times I thought I should abandon ship. Those nightmares began to haunt her. I had this phobia that Jane's killer might be alive and free. Little did she know.

It definitely was beyond the realms of anything I could have ever imagined.