Saw a friend post a link to a personal essay they had enjoyed, saw it had “Mongolia” in the title, thought idly — oh is this the one where..., opened it, saw it *was* by Ariel Levy and immediately shrieked and shut the browser
It is an extraordinary piece of writing and I never, ever need to read it again
I might re-read The Crane Wife later, though https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2019/07/16/the-crane-wife/
Some other “personal essays” I read over and over: firstly, Creek Theses https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2017/07/17/creek-theses/
Second, @EmilyGould’s Replaying My Shame https://www.thecut.com/2020/02/emily-gould-gawker-shame.html
Third, Elizabeth Wurtzel Confronts Her One-Night Stand Of A Life https://www.thecut.com/2013/01/elizabeth-wurtzel-on-self-help.html
Fourth, Ada Calhoun’s The Wedding Toast I’ll Never Give https://www.nytimes.com/2015/07/19/fashion/the-wedding-toast-ill-never-give.html?_r=0
Fifth, Jill Lepore’s The Lingering Of Loss (only when I need to sob) https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/07/08/the-lingering-of-loss
Sixth, Siri Hustvedt’s Knausgaard Writes Like A Woman https://lithub.com/knausgaard-writes-like-a-woman/