Another passage from in-progress heroines

For Suzanne:

To be so compelled to save a heroine in a book that it makes you want to throw a book across the room. I feel this for: Breton's Nadja, Fitzgerald's Tender is the Night. I feel this when I read the biographies of the great men that must declare a victim and a victor (as all biographies do), their pathologizing, constructing language. Sometimes I still read these biographies, and hone my fury, a bit like listening to right-wing talk radio. The desire to throw a book across the room. That gesture. Which is really an impotent gesture to commit violence, revenge (it is almost impossible to write in such states, to do so is a revenge.)