*Horrible Intimacies* concerns the relationship between two aging artists, a painter & a poet, who, unknown to the other, had spent years in New York City in the last century, and now meet for the first time in the desert at the end of history.
It's like that old joke: What are you drawing, Johnny? Answer: *God.* But nobody knows what He looks like. Answer: *They will when I get through.*
It's like that, only funnier.
*Intimacies* seeks a few good men, says the author: Jesuits. Bolsheviks. Dadaists. Apache. Sandinistas. The '49 Brooklyn Dodgers...
If you think this in any way implies a relationship between Peterson's book and real life, you're probably onto something.
