Courtesy our sister-from-another-mister Caroline Stanley over at Flavorwire, we fell face-first into this interview with T.C. Boyle, author of Drop City, Greasy Lake, and—oh right!—Frank Lloyd Wright love-affair-imagining novel The Women. Highlights include the fact that Boyle, before he started the research, apparently had absolutely no idea that approximately nine zillion other books on Wright (we own thirty-seven of them) had been written, and that he lives in a Wright house. Which is falling apart. Which is sort of typical, we hear. Lots of good stuff about architecture, history, writing, stories, novels, etc, blah, but we, of course, zeroed in on the really good stuff: shoulder-chips and makeouts:

As far as his passions are concerned, some people have asked me if he was a womanizer. I don’t think so. As with any powerful, magnetic man, women were attracted to him. These women were each his equals, and in some respects his superiors — especially in terms of their taste and sophistication. Wright remained a farm boy from Wisconsin who had only had two semesters of college, despite his protestations to the contrary. It seems that he was sort of moving up the food chain with these women, going for women like Mamah [Cheney], who was college educated and very free-thinking, to Miriam [Noel], who was this sophisticate from Paris, and finally to Olgivanna [Milanoff], with her fetching accent and her youth.

Our collective opinion has been previously discussed. That said, having read the inside and mama’s boy track, we’re slightly more inclined to pick The Women up while we wait for The Boys.