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Early on, Kate aligns her search for artistic recognition with the desire for human contact. “Once, I had a dream of fame,” Kate writes. “Generally, even then, I was lonely” (31). Implicit in the ‘even then’ is the unstated paradox all artists must confront: supposing that one function of art is to facilitate a unique and perhaps otherwise impossible (or at least improbable) form of communication across boundaries of time and space, even the possibility of recognition—or ‘fame,’ in a still-populated world—does not preclude the equal possibility (or maybe an even higher probability) of the larger failure on the artist’s part—a failure to connect, to be properly ‘heard’—and the resulting ‘loneliness’ this entails.

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