The writer Lynne Tillman still remembers the electrifying impression made by Kathy Acker the first time Tillman saw her read in the late 1970s, in some long-gone Third Avenue joint. Acker was sitting cross-legged on a table, whispering into a microphone, making eye contact with people in the crowd, exposing intimate information about certain members of the audience—"especially a guy or two," recalls Tillman. "I remember feeling very disoriented when I left, because it was so intimate. The material was delivered as if you were on the phone with her, and she was whispering... More >>>