Oh, to be an information vampire . . .

Are we really already four months into 2021? I've been absorbed in the massive amount of work required to produce even a 5-minute Vimeo, let alone a full Humanities PowerPoint. As I put the finishing touches on what may be my last word on my beloved Willa Cather, I was surprised and alarmingly delighted by a new cruise-by review of Long Road to Red Cloud on Amazon.
Cruise-by reviews are like drive-by shootings. The person delivering them is seldom identified. This one calls me an "information vampire" (quoting Cather herself, which is where my delight comes in). But at least they appear to have read the book, or else they couldn't accuse me quite so authoritatively of  "[trying] to apply the condition of intersex to every aspect of Cather's career."
Well, yes. Guilty as charged. Not only would I apply the lens through which Cather saw the world to every aspect of her career, but to every aspect of her life. Even if she didn't always know the source of her vision, it was always there, influencing her, nonetheless.
And now I can die happy, having received the medal of "information vampire." Cather knew it would come to this, if she allowed her work to be anthologized in textbooks and taught in English classes. See why she was determined for her letters not to be published? Vampires, everywhere.