"Miss Furr and Miss Skeene"

An examination.

All right, so by now you’ve had the chance to read “Miss Furr and Miss Skeene” and have probably found yourself imitating that voice, in your head or perhaps out loud, to the consternation of your friends and family, something like now, something like how I am doing that now, that imitating, that imitating one cannot seem to stop doing, once one has, taking some pleasure in it, done it.

I’m guessing, based on the reactions that I used to get to this story in class, that some of you are annoyed as hell and others are fired-up and in love with the story.

So, what’s the deal? 

What is Stein doing here, do we think?

Per Emily Temple over at LitHub: “Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas had a white Standard poodle named Basket—named by Toklas, according to AnOther, “who felt he was so fashionable that he should carry a basket of flowers in his mouth (a feat he never accomplished).” Basket was bathed in sulfur water every day, and was eventually replaced by Basket II.”