Inleiding door W.F. Hermans.

Als een Oegandese jongeman na zijn studie in Cambridge terugkeert naar zijn vaderland, belandt hij als hoge ambtenaar in een milieu vol corruptie en gewelddadigheden.

Ray, a lawyer based in New York, bumps into Kelvin - a bisexual footballer he had an affair with at school - and his fiance Candance who introduces him to her friend Nicole. They begin dating but Ray meets the attractive (and married) Quinn in a gay bar and must juggle friends, family and lovers.

"James Purdy is a marvel. His new collection of stories confirms the wacky elegance that has been Purdy's stock in the writing trade during a distinguished career that goes back to the middle '50s.... Splendid." – Chicago Tribune

This collection of poetry deals with the domestic life of a family, mother, father, and two small children, and in particular about the grueling experience of eczema from which the little girl suffers. Told from the mother’s point of view and set amid moves of house, the pressures on a bicultural household, and endless fruitless encounters with healers of many kinds, the poetry turns into a moving and profoundly recognizable picture of the strains, anxieties, fatigue, and desperation of parenthood.

Reviewing The Collected Greed Parts 1-13 (Black Sparrow, 1984) in the Los Angeles Times, critic Kenneth Funsten heralded Diane Wakoski as "a mature poet, unimpressed by obfuscation or autobiography for their own sakes, but intent upon illuminating substance". That same clarity of vision and illuminating substance pervades this "new and selected" volume, which gathers together the long awaited "Greed: Part 14" along with all Wakoski's poems "written over the years concerning food and drink", as the poet explains in her introduction, "and the beauty that I have discovered through these subjects". Plath imagined blood red tulips in white hospitals as I think of Georgia O'Keefe's poppies. My mother who voted for Nixon and hates foreigners dreams of those red and white cans which might hold Chicken Noodle or Tomato soups. She's never heard of Andy Warhol who mimicked such cans, just as a butcher I talked to in our Michigan supermarket said that he had never eaten shrimp, or knew what people did with oxtails. His apron too had the same bright red stains, not yet faded into rust. Crimson blood on canvas, the art of childhood. Unhealed scars, still capable of bleeding. Contemplating her past -- "the exploration of Diane through her Western beach girl persona, her Medea-life, to her final snaky Medusa self" -- Wakoski honestly confronts her "Greed for Purity", comes to terms with "aging, living in the Midwest", and learns, "partly through the aesthetics of food and drink, to live a kind of 'still-life.'"