the book under her arm, and took her mug of tea to the dining room to get back to work.
MIRANDA
SERIES 1, Correspondence
BOX 1, Personal correspondence
FOLDER: Toby-Jarrett, Lynn (incl. 12 photocopies of letters from MB, from LTJ private collection)
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November 18 1991
Dear Lynn,
Happy belated birthday!
I keep thinking about what happened at Thanksgiving last year. I feel terrible about what I said. I want to talk about it. Will you call me?
M
February 4 1992
Dear Lynn,
Found an article I thought you would like. See where it talks about the strata in the rock, the calc deposits? It sounds up your alley. Or maybe the intersection of our two alleys. Maybe someday we should do what we used to talk about, go down to Utah or Arizona, you can take your weird measurements and I’ll take my photos. We can camp out and listen to the lizards rumble through the sand.
Miss you—
xo M
[clipping attached: “New State Park Opens in Utah—and It’s a Gem,” San Francisco Chronicle, February 3, 1992]
March 11 1992
Dear Lynn,
Thought you would like this book.
Will you please write back?
xo Miranda
[mailed with: Clive and Claire Daneborn, Art Rocks: The Intersection of Painting and Geology (Mooser Press, 1990)]
SERIES 2, Personal papers
BOX 9, Diary (1982–1993)
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APRIL 14 1992
Last night he yanked off my clothing and held me down and fucked me. I was not wet and it felt like I was being scraped open. Burned alive. I was quiet. I didn’t want Theo to hear. I lay there in the dark and let Jake do what he wanted and at last it was over. He held me gently after. It was a relief to fall asleep. That beautiful void.
SERIES 1, Correspondence
BOX 1, Personal correspondence
FOLDER: Toby-Jarrett, Lynn (incl. 12 photocopies of letters from MB, from LTJ private collection)
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April 15 1992
Lynn,
Do you remember that day after my final printmaking critique at Falkman? You came over to the art building to celebrate and we got a few cases of beers and stayed around the critique space drinking, so drunk, you high off your ass and Caleb being a dick in the corner and everyone laughing, so relieved. Everyone except you was disgusting because no one had showered in days, prepping for the critique. But we were all disgusting together, and I remember you and I sat on that low wall outside the building, it was dark already because it was winter, I was all wrapped up in my coat and you were in a T-shirt. We were watching the shapes of people’s heads through the lit window, we couldn’t see much of them because of the angle, but you could tell there was joy and relief and youth in that room. You finished your beer and cracked open a second bottle you had in your pocket and before you drank from it you clinked our bottles. Cheers.
To friendship, you said. To your art.
I was happy then, I think.
To friendship and art.
Lynn, I need help. I need your help.
Write me back.
M
SERIES 5, Jake Brand
BOX 24, Correspondence
FOLDER: Toby-Jarrett, Lynn (1 photocopy of letter from JB, from LTJ private collection)
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5/2/1992
Lynn,
Miranda mentioned that she has been writing to you and I just want to make sure you are paying attention to her mental health in what she is writing. As you know, she has been through a lot and she does not always see things clearly. She gets very angry for no reason at all and makes bizarre accusations. Sometimes I worry that she has misunderstood very basic things.
If she says anything unusual, please let me know. I am keeping an eye on her to make sure she does not need to return to a hospital. Please help me with this because I know we both care about her a lot.
It was nice seeing you for Thanksgiving and I hope we can do it again soon when Miranda is well.
Jake
SERIES 1, Correspondence
BOX 1, Personal correspondence
FOLDER: Carpicci, Candace
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5/23/1992
Hi Jake and Miranda,
This is Candace, Lynn’s girlfriend. You have sent several letters/packages addressed to Lynn (I didn’t open them) so I think you might not know that Lynn is on a research trip / humanitarian mission in Mongolia. She left in April and she’ll be back sometime next year, depending on how the surveys go. I’ve attached the address I have for her, but I know they only check it occasionally and the mail is not very reliable, so letters usually take 1–3 months.
Hope you are well.
Candace Carpicci
SERIES 2, Personal papers
BOX 9, Diary (1982–1993)
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