is actually a history of the magazine, a dissection of New York's art world, and a way for Malcolm, once again, to question her own motivations. At the end of the essay, Malcolm writes: "During the year that Sischy and I have been meeting for interviews, she has been unsparingly frank about herself. She has confessed to me her feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy, she told me stories of rejection and mortification, she has consistently judged herself severely. At the same time, she has not been altogether uncritical of me. I have not lived up to her expectations as an interlocutor. She fears that I do not understand her."