Sunday, November 20, 2005

Author: Judith Viorst

Interesting profile of author and poet Judith Viorst in the Miami Herald.
Viorst, in her 70's, writes:

''So perhaps when I am eighty/I won't care about my weight,'' she writes in the upbeat, delightful I'm Too Young to Be Seventy and Other Delusions (Free Press, $16.95), from which she will read today at Miami Book Fair International. "I had hoped to not begin this/Brand-new decade hooked on thinness.''

She still frets about her looks, her weight, the condition of her upper-arm muscles. ''I have enough [muscles] so that if I put my hands on my hips I look as if I have definition,'' she says from Washington D.C., where she lives with Milton, her political-writer husband of more than 40 years. ``But if they hang down by my side, well. . . . It's hard to go to a party and hold a glass of white wine with your hands on your hips all night.'

1 comment:

Kelly said...

Beautiful quote, Camille! I also hope I won't worry about weight one of these days. What a societal curse for women--even smart ones like Viorst.