The William Trevor Reader: “The Smoke Trees of San Pietro”
The first paragraph paints a prelapsarian portrait so vivid and brightly burnished that it feels like a glimpse over the locked back gate of Eden.
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A Year in Reading: Justin Taylor
This isn’t one of those essays where the white dude beats his chest and offers a putative mea culpa that sounds like a fraternity chant and actually doesn’t say anything except 'Pay more attention to me.' I hate those fucking essays.
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