This is another piece in the series “The romance of being number 2.” I have wanted to write about Joyce Johnson and Jack Kerouac for a while, and today I rewrote a piece that was originally published in the Village Voice 40 years ago. It seems as relevant to now as if I’d written it yesterday. The continued relevance to women’s lives is a sad thing to m…
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