I hate your success and fear my own

Pretty amazing piece by Kathryn Chetkovich in Granta, laying out all the envy and tsuris involved in being a semi-successful writer with a partner who's 100 times more successful and famous. The scathing honesty is all self-directed; the essay feels like she's purging herself of negative emotions by confessing them.

On the other hand, the second sentence begins: "I met the man at an artists' colony..." And what of those of us who have never been to an "artist's colony," who aren't even quite sure what is meant by that, and have no idea of how to become even semi-successful enough to go to one?