“It’s not as if they’re afraid,” she said. “They have to be superior to what they represent. They are embarrassed even that they do it so well.”
“Why?” I asked.
“It’s like a dream, American life. It frightens you. You feel you have to make fun of it, no matter how much you secretly love it. I mean, here is everything you want. You have to say it’s horrible.”
—Anne Rice, Belinda