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Elizabeth Winder

We knew she [Sylvia] was unusual, because of the seriousness with which she was treated, the lofty importance of her job as guest managing editor, and because she was kept fast at her desk when the rest of us were allowed to fool around….I remember we discussed how the editors treater her differently from the rest of us, as if she had been pre-recognized as someone they were expecting great things of.

greatness, talent, writer

Elizabeth Winder

Her attachment to language was earthy, physical, and immediate. Pretty words you could eat.

language, writing

Elizabeth Winder

This is the story of an electrically alive young woman on the brink of her adult life. An artist equally attuned to the light as the shadows, with a limitless hunger for experience and knowledge, completely unafraid of life’s more frightening opportunities.

adventure, dreams, life, nyc

Elizabeth Winder

That none discussed their doubts, that they assumed everyone else was just having a grand time of it and felt at ease and enjoying the ride, was perhaps the most toxic element to this particular kind of noisy loneliness.

doubts, loneliness

Elizabeth Winder

Her romances often seemed like dalliances; she enjoyed male company and blossomed in its presence, but she did not appear to care deeply about any of the men [Steiner]

attention, lack-of-love, lacking-depth

Elizabeth Winder

Sylvia rarely flattered the men in her life- she envied them. She was far more likely to compete with a man than a woman. In her journal she describes this jealousy of which she is painfully aware; “It is an envy born of the desire to be active and doing, not passive and listening.” She craved the “double life” of men, who could enjoy career, sex, and family. “I can pretend to forget my envy,” she writes, “no matter, it is there, insidious, malignant, latent.

careers, drive, sexism, womanhood

Elizabeth Winder

Life is amazingly simplified,” she wrote in her journal, “now that the recalcitrant forsythia has at last decided to come and blurt out springtime in petalled fountains of yellow. In spite of reams of papers to be written, life has snitched a cocaine sniff of sun-worship and salt air, and all looks promising.” She already adored New York.

happiness, new-york-city, nyc

Elizabeth Winder

You may discover that the very aspects which make it most unendurable are what gives New York its meaning. Its inconsistencies and anonymity, its seeming indifference to you and every other individual is really what makes it a safe haven for individuals everywhere (Maeve Brennan)

city-life, new-york-city

Elizabeth Winder

New York is unruly, tangled. The city woos first, then mangles, then pastes back together in a fresh, dazzling mosaic.

Elizabeth Winder

I suppose that was an example of close attention to detail that is common to writers and artists. It is imperative, whether consciously or not, that one observe the vast as well as the infinitesimal in order to create the image or choose accurate words that ring true.

artists, attention-to-detail, big-picture, observant

Elizabeth Winder

Judgement is so often a thwarted, frustrated expression of envy.

envy, judgement

Elizabeth Winder

All year long Sylvia had been trying to overthrow her guileless, college girl image. She knew “cottons with big full skirts and university personalities” would have looked hopelessly naive in New York. Sylvia wanted to be hard and urban.

clothes, fashion, persona, urban