Hmm, what is the psychological label for people who do not distinguish artist from art?

It's one thing for a biographical analysis to look at the person's real life experiences and relationships.

It's another thing entirely when you start conflating the characters in the fiction with the author's own character...

That's terribly bad. Badly written, barely three pages long, bad references... Half of the list of references are of himself, but almost all of the references in the text are just from one book from 1965.

And lots of affirmations of that text aren't unsustained or don't make sense.

Terribly bad angle.

Is there anyone not suspected to be autistic these days? Including me. Personally my finger points more in the direction of Emily Dickinson and James Joyce.

I think you may be missing the point.

This post was an absolute joy to read.