A Note on the Text

When Willa Snap's first highly illegal memoir landed on my desk (I have since received two more), I must say I was intrigued—and after the first read, fearful for my life. Would proceeding with publication be wise? It was a fair question. But after a long talk with Nimet Simit, all my fears seemed to magically vanish.

As to the text, a little clarification is in order. First, I have no doubt Willa wrote her first drafts in the field, as events unfolded. However, it appears that while redrafting, she was unable to resist adding occasional asides that referenced later adventures. While these interjections at first seemed jarring, I have decided to leave them intact, as I believe the information they contain is as droll and unpredictable as Willa herself. Eğlenmek!

E.A.P.

Somewhere South of the Flatiron Building, Manhattan Island