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But these are like for one reason or another nightmare houses! https://twitter.com/lithub/status/1247582133301981185
We would prefer soothing rooms right now.
Our breakdown: You can't stay in numero uno because Hunter S. was prone to shooting large guns in the dark sometimes in the direction of people, while completely high.
Number two is wild. Fitzgerald would be trying to get Woolf to Charleston, Sontag and Woolf would be intellectually interrogating each other, Carnegie would be eaten alive by both, and Austen would sit quietly in the corner needlepointing and then writing it all down in secret.
In number three Plath and Jackson would take off to the corner to confide in each other and Ouija board and smoke, and honestly Rand would fall in love with Kafka, who would be hitting on Plath, and that would play out weirdly, and Angelou would simply be inappropriately treated.
No one would come out of house four unscathed. Signing up for this room would be like signing up for Scientology. It doesn't matter how cool everyone else is in that room, no one would escape the megalomania and go mad. And yes, Baldwin has suffered enough.
House 5 appears to be the most tolerable, except that Eliot only condescends to be there, which would grow intolerable incredibly quickly.
We are leaning toward six, where Parker would drink Hemingway under the table, and bury him with her intellect before moving on to Mailer, who she would also bury. Joyce would be treated like a nephew, and she and Zora would rise like goddesses & make each other glorious drinks.
It is now our bedtime.
