Attempting to grasp the media’s magnification of Gould in the very act of diminishing her is vertiginous—and representative of the confusing allure of fame in the twenty-first century.
Gould's first novel, Friendship, is about two female friends loving and working in New York City. I have read 24 pages of Friendship and it's a fun, fast read so far; the New York Times called it "as frothy and fleet a story as one could hope to find, an afternoon’s investment, tops." Gould is reading at the Burnside Powell's (which finally finished its remodel, BTW) at 7:30 tonight.