City of Legends

I am about to head back to DC (normally a big whoop, but I made a promise to keep Candy informed when I took trips, and will dutifully record when I arrive).

On that topic.

Candy is without a doubt in my mind one of the most talented, brilliant and loving people I will ever have the pleasure to accept into my life. Do not interpret any expression of my own frustration over her complexity (she describes herself openly as "difficult") as a criticism of her or an indication that my love for her has flagged a hairsbreadth.

I have studied her poetry (even those pieces not about me), spoken hundreds of hours with her and had the honor of reading her yet-unreleased book Losing People, which I can only hope she would allow me to write a jacket blurb for. I have said before that there will come a time when she is regarded as South Africa’s greatest cultural export, and I stand on that. I have told her things out of me that no other human being has ever heard me express, and she is without a doubt the most important person in my life.

I think her decision to give me equal footing on her marvelous blog, InsideCandy, was wrong-minded, and I told her so, and I have made no attempt to limit or eliminate her right to post and comment upon my blog to her heart’s content.

To use her own expression, stolen from Moonstruck, I love her awful.