In 1988, Angela Carter came to New York and she and Snitow had a two-hour conversation. The talk ranged widely, including Carter’s belief that if we could only slide Marx and Freud together we might make sense of things; her regrets that she writes too beautifully, her elaborate style getting in her way; her eagle eye for style in general; her observations of differences between America (white hats and black hats) and England (shades of grey); her love for the novelist Christina Stead, whom she considers one of the greatest writers of the twentieth century; her analysis of the difference...