Paul Bowles

Maybe not a bad person, though he was married to that dismal Jane-something for ever so long, and she, for sure, is or was a relentless pain in the ass. But Mr. Bowles, for all his ingestion of cannabis and his love of local boys, I nonetheless remember he wrote a novel or a long short story called The Sheltering Sky, which I must never read, or suffer to have described to me, or know anything further about, or let myself remember: because it's unspeakably horrible.