I've been thinking a lot since reading [Welcome Home and An Evening In Paradise] about the question of the ruined woman, and about the female artist who spends her career examining her own abjection, because her fear that everyone will see her shame is less than her fear that no one can see her at all. Berlin seems to be one of these, and she is a master at capturing women in states of disintegration: those who are being damaged, physically or emotionally, by men; those who are immersed in scandal or disdained by society; and those who are intentionally self-destructing. Her oeuvre contains, among lots of other things, a profound record of what shame, trauma, and hanging on by your fingernails looked like on a particular woman-or a particular kind of woman-half a century ago

Tantalizing glimpses into the life of a recently-discovered writer. An excellent start to understanding a writer and her work

Welkom thuis biedt onderdak aan Berlins memoires, dagboekaantekeningen, brieven en foto's - wat was ze prachtig. Wat een vrouw, wat een leven