My Private PropertyRuefle can seem like a supernally well read person who has grown bored with what smartness looks like, and has grown attracted to the other side. . . . She is not writing with a prescription, or at least not one for this earth. Nor is she celebrating the commonplace. She is concentrating on one thing at a time. New York Times The property that Ruefle deems private is the impalpable nature of the inner life we all share; it is at once ours and