Cowley always feels like Shepard to me; characters with lives almost too full for their own good, heavied by hard-earned philosophical wisdoms, carrying smarts you'll never know about, passionate apathies, and apathetic passions. All they give a damn about is living their life with a decent modicum of respect. It's rather, truly altogether, honorable, but also separate and correctly independent from the man-made institutions and societal strongholds that have been developed over time. Which is both funny and tragic, because her characters are always forced to reckon with, and function in...
Cowley always feels like Shepard to me; characters with lives almost too full for their own good, heavied by hard-earned philosophical wisdoms, carrying smarts you'll never know about, passionate apathies, and apathetic passions. All they give a damn about is living their life with a decent modicum of respect. It's rather, truly altogether, honorable, but also separate and correctly independent from the man-made institutions and societal strongholds that have been developed over time. Which is both funny and tragic, because her characters are always forced to reckon with, and function in, these human constructs of what is and isn't acceptable.